summer’s ghost
It felt like a long ago dream,
that moment in the sun when everything changed.
She remembered the crow cawing loudly overhead, a warning.
She remembered the smell of smoke and the neighbor’s cries,
the damp earth beneath her back,
soaking up the sweat that ran from her body.
Forever stretched all the way up,
touching the cloud of regrettable sky.
She closed her eyes and saw red.
She opened them and saw nothing.
Silence was everywhere in the air around her,
and she held still, so still, trying to listen.
Beside her, a green shoot pushed up through the earth,
a feather tickle to the back of a dark-spotted hand.
A smile flew fast from her mouth, a strong white swift,
and carried old laughter away on the breeze.
The fleeting shadow of yesterday crossed her face,
just once.
And tomorrow became eternity’s muse,
dancing softly and praying for rain.
March 8th, 2014 at 11:12 am
dance on muse of tomorrow…seeing those shoots push up makes all the difference in the world…new life is here…and we are alive…
March 8th, 2014 at 12:31 pm
the green shoot, the feather tickle and praying for rain . . . . beautiful.
March 8th, 2014 at 1:53 pm
praying for rain and many other things.
March 8th, 2014 at 3:16 pm
beautiful and worth more than one or two reads.
March 8th, 2014 at 6:12 pm
My emotions run the gamut on this one; I must read it aloud and often.
March 9th, 2014 at 1:17 pm
This is made me hold my breath and then smile at the green shoot–beautiful writing
March 10th, 2014 at 9:51 am
the fleeting shadow of yesterday – just once. just once. that got me right where it should. in my too many yesterdays.