My time has come.
Let me go gently, without tears,
Into the quiet river
And into the grasses
That move under the alpine wind
And under the sighing world of stars.
Let me go into this
Unseen place
That pulls me
Like the strain
Of a dragonfly's wing.
It flutters,
Enveloping me
In a pink and rippling sleeve,
Folding in cool drafts.
When the little brown bird
Emerges from his wooden house
And paints wildflowers
On the windowsill
With his small feet,
I will know
That I must go.
When the wind hums to me
In my mother's voice,
I will close my eyes and wait,
My body shaking.
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These Hazy Days
PoetryA collection of poetry for the summer and autumn days. cover by me, on canva.com all rights reserved. ...
