Summer skies evolve
into Autumn greys
of no return
Chilly winds dictate
a cloak of caution
in return giving security
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
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©