waiting, waiting, for
the storm to pass while
gatherings form, disappear
the changing form with
movement from one place
to the next, searching the
silence for answers, only
known within, forms the
lyrics that fill pages with
passion dripping each word
heavy your heart continues
the empty beaches’ stroll
tiny shells and coral pockets
remnants of that time
before the fading began,

old man walking
smiling dog close beside
a young child’s
luscious laughter
daddy in tow
red wagon splashing
while leaves spill
out from glistening
trees lining the walk
little bugs twirl and dance
as women tosses hair
exposes rosy lips
whistling the hours away
time collapses upon
the reflections of
what the deluge
left behind

city lights

caught the butterfly

green shoots come

push past the many

broken glass knows

what reflections invert

back to earth

your mother crying

for this

forest scent

before rain

that pause of leaf

of sky

almost touching

the insatiable reach

across

dew laden ferns

polished stone

and the day

comes

gently

takes you in.