Posted in Memoir, Photography, Poetry, Quilting

no longer you are gone


Spring steals
Winter’s gala
the warmth of momma’s quilt.
Love burns
underneath the downy softness
curled between our toes.

Home where are you
in a wounded person’s eyes
reflecting faces
solitude, just you and I.

Summer burns
the cooling autumn sky
shadows appear longer
the oranges brighter
still, the rustling leaves
settle to make a bed.

Home where are you
in a wounded person’s eyes
reflecting diamonds
inviting us come rest awhile.

rockville lake january 9 2010 032

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