Sunday, May 18, 2008


She stood in the doorway
A ghostly image
Of another time
They had forgotten her
As the seasons changed
As did she
She rose in the springtime
And fell
Like the silent leaves of autumn
In her winter of discontent
She wandered about
Not knowing where or when
Her time would come
Her passions broke
With the storms
The wind and the rain
Were her entourage
They surrounded her
And her wisdom grew
In all her ancient ways
She was the dawn
And the sunset
And time was her lover