Depth of thought
her feet to sink,
her mind covered deep.
The rustling leaves,
a cool autumn breeze
and soon a winter’s walk.
The crunch of snow
and gale winds blow,
for now she satisfies.
What could have been
will never be
and that she settles down.
The ocean sands
a wave of hope
washes out her mind.

Quilted Waves

Poetry seasons