Summer Wind

Summer Wind (Photo credit: garlandcannon)

What is but a breath of air
brief, with grief and despair
yet riddled with joys
and unsacred spoils?

Birthings mark the journey
which starts out rosy
and after the tunnels
of dark skies, never cosy

where there is no master
but what does it matter
when the end is in sight
comes a thief in the night

as fragile as the dust
caught on the wind
lifting and falling
twisting, spiralling

seemingly long
a horizon with rainbows
then lost, all but gone
and the curtain just closes

Millicent Danker

3 April 2013


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