see me here
a golden shard
of sun
a purple flame
an iris
spent with dew
wears no shame
in the ribbon
where forever
leans soft
into the light –
crickets sigh
as winter pines
bow down
see me
in the evening
when every life
is stilled
a slash of feathers
carving –
a presence
none can fill
see me a savior
a whisper
from the fall –
saved for love
as smoke to cloud
breath
as none
at all
. . .
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
A post on FB asked, what is more precious than money … of course I thought – breath!
…….or almost everything…….. moments capable of holding an eternity ❤