Memories in my mind
Question their being
Beg me to share
The brief moment
They were
Briefly and fleetingly
Created with care
And lasted but
A few blinks only
Of the eternal prayer
Like wind in the trees
Vapor in air
Subtle lingering scent
And as soon as they lived
As quickly they died
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”
I would be
Under a tree
So I can sit in it’s shadow
Listening to the song of the birds
And the wind as it whispers its
Silent secrets softly
To me
As red as the blood
Flowing through my beating heart,
Flames consume the tree
Endless blue palette
Providing an empty slate
For a tree mirage
Poems and Petals 