Meander

A Renga for Poetry Soup: Meander Time and the river Endless silver morning Autumn leaves float by Shimmering streaming mountains Pines swaying in constant winds Morning mirror Another gray hair Ah! the wind of time Spring's last daffodil Plucked for a dinner paty Diamond blue fragments Reflecting off stream waters Another moonrise Sunset colors disappear Shooting stars Campfire sparks Fresh fish and conversation Embracing shadows How many friends have vanished? Canyon echoes Retirement time Facing all the could-have-beens Tears in whiskey Quietly at the gravesite For her long dead daughter Rolling ocean waves At the sunset horizon A ship disappears Dry pine needles underfoot In the distance, tolling bells The sound of a car Approaching - disappearing Sleepless night Between the windowsill plants A single moth, dry as dust Cloud shrouded moon Moire patterns fill the sky Wandering ghosts Great grandfather's photograph Fading before my eyes Dried flowers Holding a spider's web Sunrise Children building sandcastles The sound of waves and laughter The old phonograph A song from long ago A shaft of dust-light Sitting on a redwood stump A logger counts his wages Stopping to listen An unknown bird's mournful song Fern embroidery Seeds on the wind drifting by Tea kettle whistles In the dazzling sunlight Achingly white billow clouds Ring of blue A drone of mid-day falling On the autumn wind meadow A hawk ascending Call of triumph echoing A trout in her talons Smoke from the hermit's cabin No one remembers his name Winter rain The dry emerald brook Resurrection Waking from a flight filled dream Facing the machine filled day Watching the moon set Chaotic starshine appears Orion's embrace Singing satellites sparkle Between the winter branches River of wonder Filling the child's eyes Christmas morning Bright snow on the open field Melting in the winter thaw All that I can find Of the homesteader's church -- The empty window frame Spring breeze rustling the old tree The sound of grass and lilacs The old woman Serves herself a cup of tea With her memories Forest boulder April rain