Exhalation

Send us Fan MailExhalationTonight I opened the window, stepped out,onto the terrace, and heard the last of day and life, passing in the climb and rush of a car, as it struggled up the hill, coughing, spluttering poison into the fragrant mournful evening air, I turned back away from sadness, to the twilit garden, the path of light to spring, looked up to an Easter moon, and higher still to the stars of early evening, for I saw a net of light and myths upon the velvet blue of heaven’s sky, the moon rose softly, a bubble of reflecting starlight, with a smile, a face of wonder, the trees stood in silhouetted silence, the wind, soft across the meadows, as I heard the springtime call and cry, for there was a ripple,of something moving, a shadow, a wraith, a spirit, over and then upon, the silver stone and glass, I felt a peace fall across the garden, the orchards, the sleeping dreams of blossom and flowers,as Spring stretched awakened from sleepwinter whisperedonce and left a brief farewell at last, to all.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]