There Is a Season
The mother peers out water
beaded pane Ambivalent
tears swell eyes
She dreams of small children
Jade hummingbird wings
whisper above purple sage
Near winter's first rain
rivers down hillside
Indian summer fires
amber leaves Birds of Paradise
yawn tangerine blooms
Light narrows in shadow
Her grown-up children
flutter She watches
them like bright balloons
connect to the universe
Ryfkah 11/24/02
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