Sunday, February 16, 2020


Krista's garden
is in the sky
and in the trees
that thrive
on edges of the parking lots
and by the lake

The dark clouds in the sunset
red as fire
the wind that lifts and circles
blows a candy wrapper up and about
til she throws her hands down
and all is silent one instant
all is still
the wind unmoving

Krista follows
gives the nod to the reddish rose
and fires of sunset
Krista goes where
the sun and rain
and windy rhythms go
casts hints to those
who may know

Krista's garden sprouts above
for we who dance below.

(C)2001 by William G Milne

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