Ecclesiastes

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
nodding
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
canopied…

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