First Light of Return

black silkwarm air soft as lace
marshmallow memory harvest
corn fields touching ocean breeze
salmon fly hatch to feed
along river banks

passage of time
holding hands trace
a kiss of light

sometimes it is difficult to wake


nothing can sway the landscape
moving with a natural pace
along a grid of its own base

remnants of grace

lost thoughts and fancy tools
material worlds disgrace
crowded days

what gentle steps you lay

wholesome dwelling
harmonic traits

pebbles tumble through space
grasping fingers embrace
as water slips

Heart swells in deep ground
wrapped tight as onion skin
truth draws back breath

stand of trees celebrate
a final resting place
the human race

sometimes it is difficult to wake