Birdsong in late spring, under vernal swirls of
misted isobars and a new freedom,
awoke in me my oldest dream.
Cherry blossoms were part of the beauty
of life, and sunsets under an ancient blue
formed a magic in my heart that the soul could lean on.
As ruddy hawks soared over my lazy quiet afternoons, the heat stewed
new reasons in my eyes, and all day the hummingbirds
glimmered green and gold..
A sanguine farewell evaporated and I found my voice even as I knew
that greater magic had deserted me, so long ago.
About Me
- CK
- Orleans, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, United States
- "LET it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten for ever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old. If anyone asks, say it was forgotten Long and long ago, As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow." -Sara Teasdale
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