Seasons – Page 145

Garden

Dark flowers bloom as
Small drops of rain release the
Incense of the earth

Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass

We walk the worn paths

Of an unexplored landscape

The first of many

The crook of my arm

Cradling ebony silk

Purring in my ear

Dancing on the road
Windblown veils of white ribbon
As the snowfall starts

In the lone white oak
A solitary squirrel
Calls out for its mate

A desert reborn

As rain coalesces and

Falls to the parched earth

a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves

Smoke borne on the wind

Transporting me to the hearth

Of my childhood home

Final autum leaves

Serenely drifting downward

Seasoning the earth