Fin
time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls
time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls
a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance
–
crickets-
the silence of
a passing train
always by my side
the mother of my children
the love of my life
–
woven grass-
the sparrow
steadfast
my newborn daughter-
a woman after thousands
of past yesterdays
–
new spring-
a sapling
births a forest
along the roadside-
once a stately facade, now
a pile of old stones
–
gentle rain-
crows perch upon
a weathered grave
take my outstretched hand
and let us walk together
across this threshold
–
distant mountain peaks-
over the dewey grass
the rising sun
it’s not who I am
this someone in the mirror
but who I became
–
a placid lake-
the moon’s watery
countenance
a blanket of clouds
pulled up tight over my head
shutting out the day
–
morning song-
the reluctance
of wakefulness
on a sea of glass-
the wind, a fickle mistress
abandoning me
–
moonless sky-
wolves howling
into the wind
cloudy desert skies
bringing the promise of rain
and with it new life
–
parted clouds-
fresh cut tulips
on the table