Seasons – Page 140

as I drive away
another grain of sand falls
in my life’s hourglass
–
walking the shore
the sand moves
beneath our feet

spreading alder boughs
provide little respite from
the stifling heat
–
impression
of my sole
in asphalt

fire lights in your eyes
glaring over your shoulder
as you walk away
–
night sidles in
faerie lights
fireflies

joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning

my wet business shirt
translucent where it clings to
the swell of your hips
–
cloudburst
unexpectedly
caught outside

freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun
–
an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket

in the pre dawn hours
the sounds of distant thunder
lull me back to sleep
–
a hard rain
drumming on
rhododendrons

brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed

dealing with the grief
of saying goodbye to you
for the final time
–
rest
at last
in peace

glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest