Zephyr
an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper
–
dry leaves
huddle
in the corner
an old wind wanders
aimlessly, its raspy voice
barely a whisper
–
dry leaves
huddle
in the corner
drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface
I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty
peacocks at the bar
we share a sidelong glance
and a private laugh
–
two swans
together
for life
bandaged wedding vows
broken trust slowly healing
despite all the pain
–
loss…
mostly
regained
jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds
–
dawn
captured on
a silken thread
this morning’s bugle
reveille played by finches
outside my window
–
birdsong
pulling me
from slumber
through heavy eyelids
the siren song of blankets
calling out to me
–
weary…
stumbling
towards sleep
strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea
–
april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren
burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day