Finding a New Haven
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As she mounts a wagon with few treasures, my middle-aged aunt begins to paint sketches of fields running like her summer skirt, of lush grasses traipsing with autumnal breezes. Still elegant under a dying moon, her fingers reach out to a hum of mist, owning new dreams... her own solitary dreams for now.
alone and quiet
like chilled dew, she lies quiet---
watching new buds sprout
So I tug at her robe feeling the icy scent of a woman’s nostalgia, gently weaving through this moistened fabric. She throttles on with refreshed grace and vigor as we pass the city bridge, drowned by a luster of stars.
April greets new hours
ushering bright of springtime—
while old flakes depart
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Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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