regretfully

 

i walked your fields for

twenty seven seasons

 

you were the "scarlet

stripes with lace ecru"

 

summer saunters now

slipping suns...vacant

blooms...

 

regretfully...i never thought

to ask your name.

 

 

diamond beak duet

 

iÕd no idea what

they were singing

but i know that

sky and sea felt

compelled enough

to break composure

...leaning in to listen

 

iÕd wait all summer

long for the refrain..but

they never rose those

notes again.

 

 

sweeping

 

he said thereÕd be more come

the morning...that they multiply

in the overnight, even more so

when autumn grabs green off the

sycamore...i sweep into the gutter

leaves, branches, berries...

shedding the springtime at augustÕs

inception, as iÕm blindsiding winter.

 

 

one last time

 

i wish iÕd known

you were scheduled

to sojourn...iÕd have

flowered my branch

one last time for you.

 

 

the relevance of the irrelevant

 

barely a woosh of the wind

to initiate the repossession

of her dangling few

 

gutted out, empty leaved

portending the plaguing of storms

soon on the rising

 

a garland of green leaf reminder

filigrees sturdily round the bottom

last fifth of her legacy...

dispelling illusions of death

 

as grey clouds bear down

revealing her perpetual elegance

transcending the carnal pretension

that she is old and irrelevant

 

softly, it rains on the sycamore.

 

© Emalisa Rose

 

Bio:  Emalisa Rose is a poet, dollmaker, craft artist.  She volunteers in animal rescue.  Living by a beach town provides much of the inspiration for her art.  She works in a NY middle school as a lunch lady, which also provides a lot of humor and insight into the human condition, fueling her compassion and her art.