Seasons – Page 120

strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing
–
barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day
–
dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head

gossamer weavings-
drops of early morning dew
snare the rising sun
–
birdsong-
the stillness
of false dawn

sunset through the trees
one final glory beneath
the coming of night
–
rising shadows-
silhouettes against
the dusky sky

deep meditation-
searching for infinity
by looking within
–
lotus blossoms-
deeply breathing
the forest peace

so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence
–
pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice

deafening silence
our civil ramparts falling
amidst the chaos
–
spring rain-
roaring floods muted
underwater

the chill of the moon-
the sun wraps herself tightly
in the cloak of night
–
the winter sky-
delicate pearls grace
the neck of the night

alabaster hills
cherry blossoms harken to
the first blush of spring
–
snowdrops-
a hint of cherry
on your lips

tendrils of ground fog
seep down into the lowlands
just before the dawn
–
melting snow-
a silver crescent
in the mist