Like a river rushing furiously forth
Chasing the scarlet leaf that has just turned loose from its love
I chase you, my love.
But you, just like light, golden, spreading across the bough of pine needles
clinging tight to branches entwined by the spider’s lacings,
you dance and move about never resting in one place,
impossible to catch.
Yet you are ever delightful to chase.
I press on,
to you,
uncertain of our end
or our beginnings,
yet chasing, pressing into light, glorious light,
casting mysterious shadows at every weary turn.
Waiting for you to slow
just enough
that I may touch you,
rest my gaze upon yours,
to look into your soul,
once more.


  1. Mitzi Emig
    Jan 24, 2017

    Beautiful collection of words …….

  2. Harrisl
    Jan 24, 2017

    I am so blessed to have a daughter with so mant talents….she is so beautiful inside and out

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