Wednesday, July 15, 2015

hour glass

the spark and crash of tempests flaring
solared prism of misplaced forgiving
marks our journey
from death
to living
brightly
dimming
circled in amber arms at twilght's nearing
we reach
we touch
we fold
with blood's carmine brimming
softly falling
to
a summer sparrow's song ...


2 comments:

  1. ebb and flow of time reaching a summer crescendo...gorgeous, Susie.

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