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Awakenings |
A quickening;
an awakening of the senses
flash-fire quick sparked as
emotional antennae rise high.
Heart flutters rapidly as her interest
is drawn by this unexpected
interloper stepping
silently into her
solitude.
A confident hand reaches out;
a hesitant exchange, then another,
and another ...
Cautious as a doe in a new-found glen,
she steps forward wondering,
Is this a warm heart?
Or will she be shot down
and slaughtered
by a direct hit?
Sun-bronzed silk dances
wildly in tune with a faint
sea-scented breeze.
Impatiently prancing, unable to remain still,
she lifts green-eyed curiosity
up to the sky,
wondering,
Just what
lies over the hill?
Putting aside
her reservation,
she chasses to her destination,
anxious, eager, hesitating when he sees her
weighted under her burden of loss,
silently questioning,
do I take them
with me?
Or is it time to let go?
Bitter, bittersweet memories
fall down to the ground around her--
Letting them go regretfully as she would
a handful of petals to be laid upon a casket,
she turns away.
Tears staining a face
lined with grief, she asks herself,
Just where
do I go from here?
copyright 2013
Alicia
Winski |
