Her toes splash water
in thoughtful harmony
sitting by her childhood creek.
She sails soft kisses
to the ports of her wishes
and lets the wind sweep and carry them away.
Time holds her reflection
in drops of mourning dew
and the willows, in their weeping,
retract branches from the breeze.
A toss of red petals
from the cup of silver hands
float down her childhood creek.
She sends last kisses
to the magic of her wishes
and lets damselflies sweep and carry them away.
Grace shuts its bloom
over a wealth of summer days
and the flowers, in their tribute,
have gotten brighter in the sun.
From the book Kairos (print version only)