The Farewell

Summer skies evolve
into Autumn greys
extending limits
of no return

Chilly winds dictate
a cloak of caution
in return giving security
against uncertainties

Comforting glances
just remnants of fabric
past garments of familiar
caresses and smiles

Melodies of heaven
beckon a weary soul
stanzas reach between realms
constricted in earthly struggle

love gathers on every side
farewells channelled through
hearts and tears that release
robins song GRACE she is home

 

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Echoes (The Last Test)

I walk the halls retracing steps

Distorted boards where feet once crept,

Where portraits of life once draped the walls

Bartered for dust to cushion their fall.

Sense of voice as once filled the air

In its place ghostly figures now congregate there,

Memories are haunting as time now stands still

Echoes of burden through the air send a chill.

As I slip through the pane broken glass of time

Without Looking back forgetting the crime,

Now once called for the soul is at rest

I break through the realm it’ s over the last test.

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Footprints of the Past

Her childhood heart left behind

Through tears she waves goodbye,

Her youthful soul that once held life

Is barren a dessert achingly dry.

 

Left behind are roads of dreams

Crushed by others mistakes,

The sadness strays from soul to heart

The weight of sorrow it steals, it takes!

 

Kindred spirits have turned to dust

The walls built are made of stone,

She reaches for a strand of hope

Too find she stands alone.

 

For in the miles she sees no future

Craved answers concealed from her soul,

Others convictions now tear at her heart

There is no room just a gaping hole!

 

Shards of happiness hold together

Gathered treasures small but few,

The memory bank that is penniless

She prays one day will be renewed!

 

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Inspiration

 

A tossed nickel in an old dry well-

a wish for breath of inspiration!

The woods seem enchanted, 

trees of long ago welcome me embracing my spirit.

 

Ghosts of past curious to gain sense-

history trapped within the forest veins,

Trees are whispering the air is heavy with inspiration,

Sweet scent of verse clings to the red dust!

 

Retracing steps I feel reverence of the “Author”

years of layered dust cover footsteps.

Comforting blanket of soft meadows protect a gift,

with respect my soul unwraps the endowment.

 

Kathy J Snow©

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