Sunday, November 19, 2017

Summer Communion

Accept its gifts as wafers on the tongue:

the grounded freedom of bare feet on stone
the kiss of sun on my hand's back
the secret breeze at the nape of your neck
the taste of ripe berries ready to fall
the shadow of roses on a wicker chair.

a single fuschia flower petal
spins suspended on a spider's strands
as bowing hydrangea blooms
dip their heads in dappled water

and somewhere over my right shoulder
a songbird has outlasted the crows

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