shifts of time, wind, heart
make the barren trees shiver
between hills and skies
sunrise after moon
chasing rolling memories
a tenderness blooms
speak easy with lightning
and fantasies fly
from the olive grove
Feel the end of me,
terror fading to light pain
before the sun dies.
dragonflies fretted
and blue-red birds flashed grey squirrels
like go go dancers
it was all too much
with chirping morning rhythms
and the dappling sun
The Word Rummager 