Burnt leaf, black,rocks and curlsin the flames. Remnants fractureat glowing veinsswallowed into ashes. Pale dust swirls,the wind inhales,exhales over seed. Ashes returned.Struggle emerges greeninto the sun. ©2008 Joanne Sprott
Ghost Lights in the Dark
Shrouds of cloud clothdescend on the setting sun,carrying our ghosts into twilight. Drapes of night shadowsclose behind them.Shades of fear fly in,blocking the sight of love. A candle burns, its body melts,smokes the air,consumes itself. One light, small as a tearhot as a flame’s ember,banishes darknessin one stroke. Strike a light for you.I’ll strike one for me.Darkness […]
Rainbow
There are lots of rainbows here in the rainy season . . . Rainbow Pine peaks awash;chill raindropsdrop from each needle. Dripping, dropping,notes of wet,steady rhythm. Across the roof ourliquid lullaby dancesthrough sleepy heads, until, from underheavy eyelids, we see…a muted glow. Dare we lift the shadesto see only a foggydiffusion of damp? Of course […]