Posted by Wendy
on 5/29/2004, 10:03 pm
66.6.181.190
Those Days
A red leaf lingers in the grass,
its shape, a starfish pulsating
wet fire.
This talisman belongs
to Autumn, not Spring,
to those days I was mist
draped over the harvest
like a pale goddess
robed in death,
those days when I left my body
as a single thought, a damp chill
drifting through the orchards
and clinging to apples
that would yield more than fruit,
those days, those ancient days
when the sea washed me in
as opal fog and the sun scorched
my fragile hemline.
Those days,
I fear they are returning.
Light candles, stack a few stones
for an altar. But still
I will be whispered out,tumbled back
into the deep, cold water.
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