My Equinox

Crisp delight

She saunters forth

A will

A wisp

The effortless flight

Across fields and bridges

Falling sharply

And rising again

A dancer in her own right

They watch her float

A red so sweet it can be tasted

The color of broken dreams

And heady days

Where puddles evaporate

And are born again

The color of sin as

You walk out the door

And shatter the sun

The story unfolds as she soars higher

Until the atmosphere cracks

The universe seeps in.

Too much, too much.

Icarus falls to earth

Sinks to the core

And redistributes so that others live



And it is spring again.


Fallen leaves on an island road in autumn 2010. Georgetown, Maine-Christopher O’Donnell

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