Crystal
a glass dragonfly
darts through the air and alights
on my upturned palm
–
low winter sun-
stained glass
painting the wall
a glass dragonfly
darts through the air and alights
on my upturned palm
–
low winter sun-
stained glass
painting the wall
drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain
iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain
–
solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water
the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection
–
standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet
thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood
–
old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war
my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train
–
stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road
a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance
–
crickets-
the silence of
a passing train
on a sea of glass-
the wind, a fickle mistress
abandoning me
–
moonless sky-
wolves howling
into the wind
shards of old grudges-
determined to stay angry
poisoning myself
–
dusty trainers-
running from the sound
of broken glass
on our bedroom shelf
a collection of sea glass
each piece a moment
–
dogwoods-
petals stolen
by the wind