WINTER SUNSET
THE DEAD SUNFLOWERS ,
WIND RUSTLED TO LIFE.
I
FEEL SADDNESS
AT THEIR APPARRENT DEMISE.
SUNSET LIT
AMBER GLOW
ON HOLLOW STALK
I REALIZE,
THE SEEDS STILL HAVE LIFE!
TO SCATTER
NEWGROWTH
ELSEWHERE.
NOT CLINGING TO ROOTS
THAT NO LONGER NOURISH
WE CHANGE,
WE GROW,
WE LET GO,
FAITH IN FUTURE FURTILE SOIL,
SPIRIT WIND TAKE ME HOME.
BY Mimi
, winter 1997
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