(Image from: refrainfromtheidentical.com By JoDeeLuna)
This Post is Dedicated to porch time with my brother, Toby.
BRUSH WITH ETERNITY
Crisp silence of cool air at first blush,
Gently rocks our dreaming flock awake,
Rare swirls of wind encircle in a hush.
Heavens dance in caress of rays turned gold,
Hint of color hidden in the turn of season,
Pinion shaped moment helpless to hold.
Brush of feathers lift us into the light,
Sapience tickles our souls with truth,
Wings turn into the updrafts of flight.
Spirit defies the weighted dust of world,
Edge of eternity blaze the distant horizon,
Plume’s width of love’s span unfurled.
Tracey Warren Elofson, September, 2004