Renita Boyle ~ Day 15 NaPoWriMo 2014 Posted in northwoods, tuesdays, fall, moments, seasons
‘Sigh ~ a long, deep, audible breath . . .’
a slight breeze in little trees
a nibble of bark
an exhale of mist
a groan of leaves lying deep in the woods
the weightless touch of a feather
a handful of unspent sorrows
a tumble of small blossoms quivering in the dew
a lingering absence
the hoot of an owl
a tuft of mood and memory
quiet tones of umber
damp needles and slumber
a stream tasting of moss and stories
a sweet ache of lost blue
a blush of birdsong
a restless gust of crows
a faint breath of homeless wind
short days and long moments
an echo of stag battle
the footprints of a fox
a keening of hilltop
a whisper of questioning
a littlen lichen
a rotting log
the wing of a butterfly clinging to its days
an ember of moon in the hush of the evening
a tang of tree sap and woodsmoke
a swirl of sodden petals
a whisp of fern
a psalm of lament
deep, long starlight
last summer’s nest
a not-yet-snowfall nightfall
a sifting of cones under pines
a small dream
a sacred seeking
an air of longing
yearning for the person I know myself to be.
Renita Boyle