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Written in Leaves

Written in Leaves

What have you written in leaves

Penned with your sob-throated beat

Where fire burns crimson-gold to white


We are all stolen and grieving

Blue smoke from the mountain

And withering apples left on trees


We sleep alone on cobblestone beds

In caves, wrapped in slender eaves

And breathe thin blades spun in silk


The cut rose bows not to herself

Nor drops her shell-shaped petals

On the virginal altar inside her temple


Light falling into me, into my breath

Secret hands, the mouths in the sea

Calling trees and the air on my flesh


We have traveled like sky

In the vortex of birds

Let go in January’s white water

Selena Howard©September-2011

7 Comments leave one →
  1. January 7, 2012 1:45 pm

    This painting is absolutely exquisite! Is it one of yours? I had a look at some of your other artwork and you have quite a way with the canvas.

    • January 7, 2012 2:55 pm

      Unfortunately this picture is something I found floating around on the internet. Thank you so much, abstracts are what I do best but I love to paint and experiment

  2. February 17, 2012 8:17 pm

    This is an exquisite poem that expresses deep loss, but also healing.”We sleep alone on cobblestone beds,” is beautiful. thank you for well written piece. Love Ethel and Tom

  3. May 1, 2012 5:37 pm

    Oh, beautiful! Every line is an exquisite drink for the thirst of the senses.

  4. August 5, 2012 6:25 pm

    Selena, this poem is a realm, and a beautiful realm at that, makes me think of so much, thank you, much appreciated…

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