wpadmin – Page 164

Pond

a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves

As midnight’s tide ebbs
The wet sand saves our footprints
But for a moment

We of painted clay

Molded from the living earth

Destined to return

Birds take flight en masse

Forming paintings in the sky

For just a moment

Smoke borne on the wind

Transporting me to the hearth

Of my childhood home

Final autum leaves

Serenely drifting downward

Seasoning the earth

Iridescent swirls

On the film of a bubble

Dance before bursting

The vessel broken
one soul escapes to freedom
with a final breath

The outside world

Muffled by the gentle sound

Of the falling snow

Our love together

Once bathed in fire, now kept warm

By an ember’s glow