Once Upon a Time Poems

Woman

Under a blurred moon,
a chaos of celebration,
as the spotted owl sings.
At night, a pillow of tears
quenching the burning inside.
She thought loving was her salvation.

Seeking the sun,
her son in her arms,
she skips on the beach,
smiling her way back to life,
adapting to the nature of the wind.
Love is not a cold stone to throw away.

No sun or moon, but the stars
twinkling in her last glass of wine,
this crimson gift given in darkness,
seven decades, a repository of truth.
She has no possessions left, no youth,
but the peace of eternity, and all so worth it!