Roxi’s poem is nothing short of breathtaking. Please leave your comments for her on the original post, thank you!

Roxi St. Clair

As our years hurry on and season’s change
a small part of us will always remain
like the fragrance of roses
long after they’re gone
we’re caught in the
embroidered nets
of creation.

It is
a time
of pause…
a silent space
between the seasons
and each breath we take
of some greater majesty unseen
goes beyond to infinity.

Early Winter clouds;
the cathedrals
of sky…
makes no sound
as they go
slipping by
when Spring saplings emerge
from the navel of earth –
hummingbirds kiss
the lips
of hyacinths.

When the sun peeks
between Fall leaves
jeweled with raindrops –
they slant radiant light
upon scent-brimmed cups
of daffodils
and winking
with painted petals
and the blue sky pales
to a saffron yellow
as Summer sun bids
a horizon goodbye
twilight fades –
another day dies.

Stars hang thick in the sky
as the sickle-shaped moon rides

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