Spring breeze shakes lose
ash seeds. I spiral into
their dance of disconnection.
Sheets hung on narrow line
billow in the wind. A white
cloth waves from the pine,
like a flag of surrender.
I think of you, Judah - a
pale presence behind me.
Your eyes like river beds,
filled with secrets. With
the coming and going of shadows.
Hi Carol, good to see you writing and posting again. I especially like the first stanza and the disconnection-. Tight cohesive writing, imprinted with your style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Carolynn...I love the way your images weave one into another continually furthering the poem. Good work, by a good poet. I'm headed for the next one. Take care, John