Seasons – Page 133

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

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

searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes
–
morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise

ashen faced, burning
private humiliations
displayed in public
–
pine boughs
a glimpse
of scarlet

on the horizon
a perfect amber orb rests
motionless in space
–
molten silver
seeps through
barren branches

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
–
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

moonlight runs into
the soft hollow of your throat
and spills down your breast
–
blue black night
the grey owl
becomes the moon

kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love
–
cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket