Afternoon – Page 62

flooded rice paddies
on the roadside sheaves of straw
drying in the sun
–
high spring sun
nimble fingers
sowing wheat

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
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calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat
–
windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

seeking mindfulness
and wisdom while studying
in nature’s classroom
–
spring rains
buried acorns
start to seed

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall
–
autumn
slips away
from my piano

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings

walking through the storm
cold rain running down her back
her umbrella, home
–
hammered tin
the slow drip of rain
through the roof

box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
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acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water

with needle sharp teeth
and razor edged claws they tear
my curtains to shreds
–
silence-
the thunder
of tiny feet