Drops of summer wind

full of rain and sun sparkles

chase away the storm

blowing over yesterday,

blowing through the night

 

 

Le film:

portrait of life

that had so few answers

to our many unasked questions

because...

 

Old rites

wrapped in tissue-

unseen, invisible

magic portents and reminders

...maybe

 

                                                 

 

Departure from the Norm

The storm's aftermath—

wet, overturned wicker chairs—

smoothly polished stones

 

Early-waking dawn

puts the moon and stars to sleep

in a satin sky

 

Flags and red tulips

glossy in the summer sun

bloom beside the creek

 

A marble fountain

in the center of the square

trickling cold water

...fills our jugs and bottles up,

   sails our paper boats

 

                                                 

 

Tents

We travel through time

as teardrops sliding

down an earthscape

muddied by

what was a century of losses, slow forgetting;

an absence of spring.

 

Somewhere, there was 'yesterday'

so near home,

the same today

we find tomorrow,

sun to dry our tears,

sleep that neatens hours,

and love

that quiets every heart.                                                 

 

Jane Stuart