Tall golden grass swayed, small brown eyes watching each little hint of movement, faint wariness banished by curiosity. A hot, dry day as it had been. The rains would not be back for a while, but insects chirped in glee. The tiny zebra tried to rise on four shaky legs but soon fell, comforted almost right away by a warm, tender tongue between the ears. The mother zebra straightened, her head and ears rigid, her own brown eyes scanning each sway of grass, alert to predator activity even if the wind blew alone. Her whole posture soon relaxed, her head bowed as she nuzzled her new filly, snug in the grass but also close to their herd. Numbers me
Beyond an ash gray skyline the sun was lying in wait. A molten liquid center with an atmosphere of blistering gasses was hidden behind winter’s cape. Spring was burrowed deep, steeping within the confines of hibernation. She dreamt of rampant flower beds, colors rioting in the wake of a new season. The awakening was gradual, the peace of deep slumber cherished and warm.
Spring stretched her arms wide
exhaled and released her heat
billowing warm wind
Perished dreams six feet deep
Moonlight torment, spirits weep
Dead tears shed, petrified
Vision no longer starry-eyed.
Blue, grey shadows softly sigh
Dead of night, morbid sky
Gravestones dominate terrain
Alive with humanities endless pain.
Elaborate place of ancient dead
Loving tributes seldom read
Mausoleum, lonely grave
Stagnant state, distinct malaise
Ancient whisper speaks of sorrow
Palpable sadness no tomorrow
Grey shadow gone, soul does fly
Redemption found, final goodbye.
Delice1941
3.3.15
Soft rays of sun light washed over me; caressing my body one final time, before vanishing beyond the horizon. Again, I was surrounded by darkness. The warmth that still lingered on my skin faded. I stood at the edge, rocks crumbling down into the abyss below me, my breath a white fog joining my black curls in dance amongst the wind. Urgent shouts echoed from the forest behind me. I wasn't going back; no force on this mortal Earth could make me. Closing my eyes, I touched gold cross resting just past my clavicle, the warmth of the metal spread through my finger tips. Memories of happiness, laughter, and love. Things would never be the same. I