ancient light

ancient light

million year old

spectral messages

tail spins

like the last

frail words

from a dying

sage mother

whispering from

her death bed

clues

to all our

clandestine

tendencies

light binged on

swallowed by

tree branch buds

straight

into the folds

of the earth

and her bulbs

the violet crocus

fetus that

incubates in

just the right

amount of darkness

waiting for

just the right

amount of lightness

 

bursting free

shy face, lovelies

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Good - it flows like astream of consciousness. I like your images, very thought provoking. 'The light from stars, the frail words of a dying mother, light binged on.'
Great!
Regards, Alan

[Carcassonne]

@alanwgraham Thank you! I am so pleased you liked my poem and I very much appreciate your supportive comment!! Thrilled!