To Bloom Again

House Wrens in the Cottonwoods trill Sonorous requiems ringing out as poetry In sullen streams of languid silence- A eulogy of bereft love Wistful woeful clouds scuddle Across the somnolent heavens As the fading of your footsteps once more Have found their rhythm in my memory Your eyes, your face, your arms Lie surrendered in my enchantment Haunted by this ritual of melancholy This final ‘Good-Bye’, this 'Last Dance' You walked away long ago To not remember that love never leaves Those who know its eternal clock Those who kept the flower and watered it May 12, 2023 Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish