It is a place I once bared peace reticently
Where early spring arrives in a cold breeze
Where winter’s embrace ebbs like the passing of love,
a stormy season not so easily left behind
Lingering in the shadow of an unspoken Robin,
vanishing traces of moments left behind mark time
Awakening thoughts coursing beyond the breadth
of just being alive, conscious as an outbound river,
unnoticed, as time slips away …
Fading echoes of memories silenced by time
wafting away inconspicuous as unrealized desire
Lost in the void of a passing dream
harlon rivers March 16, 2024
