Another Second of Freedom

I know this moment

will never be just the same.

-For me anyway.  

And so she turns.  Spring.  Like a 

gush of wind, or a 

sidways glance.  Not quite the dance 

across a ballroom

for one so timed, but still.  I'd 

barely drew my breath before 

summer arrived.  Now 

here, where I begin - to turn 

outside in, as the 

leaves float downstream, and I 

grab my paddle before 

she disappears.  Frame to frame, 

latching as autumn wanes.  

And time, she wins her release, 

setting me free, yet again.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Just beautiful prose about the seasons. Lovely!

[Michael Todd]

Man I loved the way this reads. It's just such a beautiful piece.