Slow Death

In a small window of tick-tocking moments,
the moon whispers farewell,
her dying light etches ancient stone and bark.
Frail light spills,
breaks as it hits weeping branches
and lands,
softly,
to paint the ground in pale hue.
I sit silent, cloaked by evanescent starshine
and listen to the wind, that world-weary traveller.
It lingers,
reminiscing a long friendship
with the few ancient menhirs that stand still,
witness to Time’s reign,
as I am witness
to the fading of this sanctuary

Day 22 – Prompt: Plant

In honor of Earth Day the challenge is to write about a plant.

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On the Porch

lazy day

 bees move 

    slowly

  inhale

sweet scent

honeysuckle

d

 r

  i

   f

    t away

into daydreams