Epiphany

Nature's beckoning call on the human soul

Epiphany

It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man's glove
as he waves his memory homeward

In that breath between come and go
she moves up from the bay;
gold turns her stride,
the line of her dress,
the soft sea pulling at her feet

When he reaches out
and the frail birds fly
and the sun and the sky
have married deep into the sea, it clings

Even as his shadow threads retreat,
it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist

Author's Note

this is a deep piece very reflective

Reviews

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I've had to read this multiple times to fully admire all it could mean! A wonderful poem - you've conveyed emotion so beautifully!

[SSKaitlyn]

This is so moving, it seems so effortless. The words and flow give even more meaning to the imagery, which is beautiful. Definitely deserves a rating of 100