Hanging from a clothesline, embraced by the sun
Tilted head, warmth simmers against my face
A gentle silence comforts the passing time
Pages turn slowly, seconds take their time dripping into my veins
Calm’s peace keeps me company, together sharing the afternoon sun
Change falls from pockets, upside down
But slowly moves through the threads of moments past
Gentle breezes follow, providing nudges forward from behind
A refreshing encounter, a history of gale winds in the opposite direction
.
Autumn leaves fall, oranges and reds whirl to a silent melody
Creating a familiar scent without words to describe
Muted to the ears, but not the touch
Layers shed, unencumbered go I
.
Imprints on wheat fields
Looking up to the sky
Silhouetted hands blocking the sun
Chaff floating, attaching at the touch
Silence the color of my camouflaged surroundings
Listening to seconds fall from the sky
Gently accumulating on my chest
As if to say, it’s okay to halt time
At least just for now
Softness drips from my morning refuge
The solitude of first light feels like home
My childhood voice can be heard in the distance
And I retreat to a safe place
Enjoying the stillness before the sprint
toshtamurapoetry.wordpress.com 