Seedlings - tiny, tender, pushing up through hard soil, forming to embrace glorious light with verdant leaves, reaching deep to a firm foundation to soak in rich nourishment. Thoughts in one's mind seek fertile soil, hoping to sprout into seedlings with potential to make a difference, to bear fruit, or at least to provide shade from summer sun.
Sunday, November 09, 2014
Alzheimer's Reflection
Chalk drawings
In the rain.
Each teardrop
Splashes away color;
Pointillism in reverse.
Pink, green, blue
Flowing like sunset rivers
To the sea.
The intricate detail
Fades to blank under saturated clouds.
1 comment:
Jana, I hear life as it ebbs away. It looks a lot like my loved ones. Susan Loflin
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