A gentle breeze caresses me like the loving stroke of a hand, wind tracing my skin like invisible fingertips. I take in the summer sunlight, basking in its radiance, warm rays casting a green glow in my wake. I twirl along in a finite waltz with my sisters, as we cling to this branch that bears us, not knowing the day we let go, we live this moment before time carries us away.
Yellow Rose and Solomon's Seal
The gentle breeze sweeps through my lonely garden, Oak leaves sway in their canopies, twisting, and few break their grasp, and drift towards the ground, locked in a fervent twirl until they touch the soft moss below, dotted with beads of morning dew.
We are no longer oak leaves who dance together on the same branch. I fear I drift away from you, to rejoin the earth we were dancing above all this time, as we ran through thick meadows of yellow and white, without a thought for what was to become of us.
Now I feel time moving around me, I feel the change in the air just before rain, the crispness of a storm yet to come. The wind runs through the beds of iris and roses, and as this garden begins its waltz again, under the graying, hazy sky, I mourn.
The pond is quiet but for the sound of water gently trickling down the creek into the reeds and grasses around the edge, raindrops patter against its pristine surface, creating subtle ripples that cross the silver waters
I see a face staring back at me through the sheen its eyes are sullen and gray hair tangled in messy, broken mats skin bruised and ghostly pale and within it, I recognize a piece of myself.
I see its lips part, it mouths something to me but its words are carried away by the ripples across the water, and only silence remains.