Wind
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
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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