The kernel of the idea for this poem emerged in September 1988, twenty years ago, but new experiences, new imagines, new rhythms have resulted in a new poem for the prompt "Fleeting."
Deepest rose: a leaf, a branch, a single tree
flaunts its flame within the green,
a day, a week, then fades to golden brown.
Crystalline light: the sky a frosted mauve,
highlights black lace silhouettes,
a sunset moment slips to shadowed night.
Golden pathway: sparkling ocean, setting sun,
an avenue of light, rocked by rolling waves,
extinguished in the evening fog.
Fragile joy: a face, a smile, a warming voice,
the touch of hearts within the crowd,
drawn on to different fates.
For other poets' poems on the same topic, see One Single Impression for September 28, 2008.
The photo entitled "ghost house" taken by me in early fall 1988, from the Moxham neighborhood of Johnstown on Grove Avenue.