autumn (soon) part XVI

valley her name
across the falling sun
so clear here
sound is painting
fitting itself around your hideaway
a small little space
like stars speckled sprinkled & poured
washed in your hair


a rain saving cloud kisses
her(e) promised fading green sways below
happily she arrives
bridge walking across the sun
canyon filled dreams come closer
(she's) among hot air balloons
(drifting leaves)
floating inside everywhere


water down coming
drops feeding in song
where yellow & red background hold fast
she'll be home soon
like a ship of tours welcomed back home & finally free


a broken string
a poem's oil lamp
& the sound of a wet roof
where nearby trees dance letting go
time to settle in the long nap
she'll be (home)


for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce


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