deeper than scarlet
breathlessly red –
another sunrise
to remind me
of a path
undecided
who I’ve become –
given to life
recklessly
silver green spears
rip through the roof –
shaken by
all I believe
rivers displaced
by the burden of sorrow
as buckets pour blue
off the trees
. . .
many days I question purpose, and wonder at destinies …
As do I, but then remember there is no end (ever) to the places where we have loved…….. Sometimes, it is my only solace.