Monday, June 03, 2019

The Cherita, March 2019

Issue: "leaves blown"

in the glade

bathed by
sun and shadow

I kneel
among ancients
breathing, breathing

you are

my wellspring,
my inheld breath

who would I be now
if we had never met
each other's eyes

a troupe

of pink fairy slippers
in forest shade

if only
we could still sway
like flowers in the wind

once a year

on the threshold
of this mountain

we ascend
beyond worldly cares
to take our place among stars

A Cherita Lighthouse Award

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