A Continuation of Life

Feet across the pavement,

walking all over the scalding tar

over the mud,

the gracious sands

over soft grass and open meadows.

a woman’s arms spread out, like wings,

over the creatures of the spring.

twirling, twirling, twiriling.

a strong laugh

and she is falling,

quick.

rolling down the hill,

towards me.

through harsh winters

with purple scarfs rolled up to chins,

cheeks stung by the whisling winds

and racing rain.

Through stumbing through the door

and towards the fire place.

Placing one piece of wood on,

then another,

Building a small house,

for hope to reside.

Soon a fire rages,

a family sits

quietly.

A moment of peace,

a daughter’s head resting

on her father’s shoulder

the gracious glow of warm

dancing through the window

into the darkness of the night.

a foot,

a foot

and another.

through the falling of the leaves

through the whisper of the summer heat.

a crunch through the snow

and then another

All the way to Sicily

for my love.

Pomegrantes moving slowly onto 

the branches of the spring.

my dear, Persephone

walking towards me.