Written by: Yolanda Jones

the wind blew a distant breeze that settled briskly behind a broken fence mending earths sudden spheres that sprang up abundantly aroused by calm gestures and meaningful gatherings entering empty matter of hidden shadows following the jaded hours where darkness looms while orchids bloom sparingly about tempted shores catering to the lowly just to take a peek of the unseen measured only by a grave past time remembering hence mourning what's left under a broken twig the crumbling of dead leaves blown away at the coming of evening tides