Poetry

The sun((())) she kisses my lover's cheek,
forehead, nose, and lips...
-- Caresses
my eyelids.

One final embrace before she departs,
leaving us...
in order to
continue her maternal journey...
-- breaking the night's raucous hold over the
globe

Though it pains our warmth seeking souls
(we know we have no
say in the matter:
...we must let her go.
...And though she is certain
she will once again cast her warm
glowing embrace upon us
in the light of
dawn's new morning dew...

...inside ourselves we must harbor the notion
-- the drowning possibility...
we may never again cast our glances upon her
free
burning
ever nurturing face

...Distant fireflies :::
illuminating...
dissolving... illuminating
imitating life....
...mocking our mortal conception
of love
flash... flash...flashing in the pervading darkness.
...Blue ... Blue...
...Blue dashers remain frenetic in their hovering,
no time for sleep's surrender.

-- We loll, idle in the sand...
as they make the most of their short-lived
summer.

The pliant, wizened willow
swaying in the wind...
-- natural in
her acclimation to the breeze,
adapting without qualms to the plummeting
temperature and intensifying gale.


Our warmth seeking souls
(now
kindred with the wind)
lamenting the absence of the sun...
Without her
unwavering optimism
the gusts grow colder by the hour.

We listen...
Together)
In concert with the tempest )
...we howl into unresponsive
darkness...