Seasons – Page 145

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