AT SPRINGS END...

 

I let my laughter kick

through rusting leaves

and each one

that fell

opened up the

o’er grown summer canopy

till all there was, was sky…

my spirit

sensing it’s escape rose

far beyond

the limbs

creaking in the wind

of this ancient wood

to kiss the widening firmament

revealed as each leaf

sank to the soil…

i loved the waning beauty

captured in the passing moments

of this time

though the noble

evanescing culture of

this transitional realm

cost my senses

many cherished climes

so I resigned, bereft of everything

to test the very gravity of loss

defining its cost

the grander of two

an exquisitely repaid revenue

hid in the woods

and the secret places of the wild

at springs end…

 

 

FIN

By David Vollin…