listening
to the burn-off
at the factory
its roar
filling the night
the flame
reaching up
to heaven
feel the weight
lifting
from my heart
watch
the ashes
drift on wind
there
let it pass
let it blow
back to where
it came
taste the wine
on my tongue
feel the breeze
on my face
wait for morning
this Easter morning
to come
Love this poem, Len.
Thanks, Emily.
Peaceful ~ like all Easter mornings should be 🙂
Thank you. And I hope yours is peaceful, too.
This is beautiful
Thank you.
Good stuff, Leonard.
Thank you, Bill.
Really interesting imagery.
Thank you.
This poem is stunning, the imagery very powerful.
Thank you. I appreciate the comment.