Saturday, October 22, 2016

Cool




Cool, cool
rush of pain
a red haze in darkness
shadows passing
returning
a song
the ticking of a clock
church bell
memories
cool, cool
rush of wind
pause
wait
there again
whispers
never understood
cool, cool
shadows clinging
leaves rustling
arms encircling
cool, cool
day of the dead
final reckoning




"ellecee"





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Monday, October 3, 2016

Gone Again



The summer angst is over. What would flower has bloomed; what would be eaten
has been consumed. Cabin dwellers and woodland creatures all happy in their own way. The leaves are magnificent in their dying. The  air crisp as temperatures fall. Gardens are bedded down with a layer of mulch, and bulbs buried to sleep until a new Spring’s blooming. She sits and admires it all, is grateful for all, is faith-filled again, for another season.

Flowers have grown old
Falling petals making mulch
Her pathway follows





"ellecee"




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