Loved it so...
The summer rain, ticking steps
With smooth and supple strides.
The air was sweeter then.
Enfolding life, the ocean waves
Would thresh and furl the doors of time,
Entreating in cadence
The mysteries of a fragile womb.
Above, the gulls with feathered hands
Would shape our sonnets
As the wind
Took apart the words.
In kites of dreams, they soared,
Diffractions of heat and light,
Of promise and unending.
Love it so...
The winter rain, drifting light,
Seasoning the air with the taste
Of nature's tears.
The ocean pulls the crystals homeward
To melt in memory
And blend away unseen.
Above, the gulls are tossing fewer now --
Vivid, white solitaires treading bold
Against a muted sky of gray.
In the beckoning, we remember...
In the searching, we hold
With spirit unbowed.
Whether shadows, flesh or dreams come hence,
May they all share in witness
This prodigy of hope
Still riding on the wing.
2019 Genna Eastman
The Cinematic Orchestra - Arrival of The Birds & Transformation
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© 2019 Genna East