Touch the Alabaster Skies A distant future waits for meBeyond the black, turbulent seaMy hopes and fears to be reckoned,Multiplying by the second. Clouds break above the bare oak trees;A distant future waits for me.Dark thoughts pile in as wave crash down.Limbs flail as I begin to drown. I hear the mourning dove’s sad criesandContinue reading “Touch the Alabaster Skies”
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Bells on Christmas Eve
Bells on Christmas Eve Jupiter aligned with Saturnand winter took a bitter turn.Our flashlights scanned the galaxy as the hoot owl whispered softly. Do you remember hearing bellsjingling as Christmas Eve snow fell?By my window cold and icy,as the hoot owl whispered softly. Where did you go? Why did you leave?Bells break the silence as IContinue reading “Bells on Christmas Eve”
Mourning Has Broken
Mourning Has Broken She clasps secret old love lettersin her weathered, frail handsraises them to face, inhaling deepthe faint scent of old spice and must. She wades amidst turbulent watersthe sound of waves crashingthe music of the years gone bytumbling through her mind. Time and fate take their toll,and the mourning has broken.Too many memoriesContinue reading “Mourning Has Broken”
Those Were The Days
Those Were The Days The moon glides slow in sky of gauze as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight sinking down beneath the mountain deep into the indigo night. Hush now, summer is fading fast say goodbye to the firefly’s glow the lily will not long endure in pure white fields of early snow. We moveContinue reading “Those Were The Days”
Dance of Life
Dance of Life Perched by the open window tiny dancer bathed in glow beneath a veil of green eyes gilded lily in disguise. Faded scars cannot erase sad memories from a place where sticks and stones broke her bones sharp lessons learned long ago. Dodging minefields, cat and mouse secrets hidden in old house oneContinue reading “Dance of Life”
Coulée de Serrant
Coulée de Serrant I remember Coulée de Serrant the tempting taste of 1973 never-ending summer days wandering amber fields our sun warmed fingers plucking succulent grapes sticky and delicious from bounteous vines fruit of the valley’s womb. The finest vintage decanted into cut glass its bouquet awakens my senses sweet honey on my palate lucidContinue reading “Coulée de Serrant”
Colleen Keller Breuning 