In July the road bleached dry,
porous sand that oozed between the toes
Crystalline reflections of lives, each sand
grain a masterpeice original
Hungry to fill the empty pages of life’s
mighty tome the tide eagerly licks
at its quill tip
With ardent embrace
she sweeps the sands
knowing their lives,
recording their stories in an instant
Each evening she quickly does her best work;
then with a sleepy nod and a groan
she passes the mighty tome on
to Master Nightshade as he passes by
dutifully drawing the lampblack across the sky
Occasionally his hand flicks out
to catch a stray sparkle that has escaped
the tome eager to be a part of the night’s tales
On velvet black Nightshade stretches
his subtle wisdom and perusing the book’s volumes
chooses the stories that will be displayed on this night
Each word of the stories becoming a glistening beacon
stretches its limbs, resplendent in the night’s dress
Fully assembled each story winks and nods
With a shifting of feet and blinking eyes
their stage position is set and recorded

October blew across the trail
catching a leaf and throwing it to the sky
A cool dawn spreading blush stained cheeks
drips a single drop on the leaf
Sunlight catches the dew’s sparkle and reveals
a word from last night’s tale
Dawn’s eager eyes saw the dew drog and reaching
forth to touch it dropped her palette
On a canopy of trees ran her colors,
some dripping to the ground
For a moment one could not tell the sky from the earth
till with a snap of crispness the earth colors dried
while the morning sky’s gauze canopy slowly faded away
Dew like shellac breathed life into each leaf
night’s sparkle not quite faded away
On the breeze a chill night sweeps its magic across the lawn
Tiny painters by the thousands dip their brushes in ice
Each leaf, each blade is carefully coated in magical
glistening swirls of ice

Frost is heavy and so with a reluctant sigh
each leaf slowly gives up its tenacious hold
spiraling to the ground
Soft downy blankets cover the leaves
In a dreamy state the leaves
perceive their snowy covering
While in bare open defiance Winter’s naked limbs
dare anyone to guess what she holds hidden at her feet
Heavy , languid warmth of the blankets
allow the earth to do its job
Old and parchment frail with their shellacked on stories
each leaf with time crumbles in a heap
With each disintergration each peice,
each wisp is pulled down into the hungry earth,
nourishing it with life’s stories

A new day dawns bright and clear,
unraveling snow’s delicate yarn
Revealed underneath…
Sand to stars to dew
no trace is left
Swallowed up by the earth
Anonymity signs the earth
in tiny strokes of green



Council Bluffs, United States

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