Tuesday, January 4

Subtleties of a Night Stroll

The crisp sound of air
flowing though the stiffened winter branches
high up in this desert land
reminds me departures

The woven constellations
beaming overhead
shed light on this darkened path now
from eons ago

I pause to ask him
where is it that you go?
Yet the only thing I hear
are buds preparing for spring

With a soft and subtle gaze
he reminds me of my dad
a man i once loved
without fear in my heart