Seasons – Page 110

the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection
–
standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet

much have I witnessed
during my earthly journey
and I am humbled
–
etched in stone-
recounting our
shared history

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole
–
wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea

your head on my chest
the sudden twitch of your leg
as you fall asleep
–
contemplation-
the sounds
of soft breathing

an aging oak tree-
all our sins laid bare beneath
the outstretched branches
–
a shoe in the grass-
the tire swing
motionless

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart
–
darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past
–
needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web

with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night
–
coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof