in the needle's eye

[Kailashana]

The ebbing life of leaves--
my long ago heart
like a dream catcher hanging on

I cannot persuade you,
bear no gifts of consolation
or reconciliation,
just lonely poems, meeting
clay feet on mother earth

rosemary and lavender hint at our passing
the scent of us
leaving nothing behind,
the forest grows wild again
like a vacant stare.

[saw]

a beautifully expressed lament...at what would appear to be, lost love....last stanza is terrific.......