Send Off
Eric Bonholtzer
The sunset touches the embers of the sky
Like kisses gently caressing the tender heads
of mountain tops and clear blue rivers
of tranquil retreats and solitary bliss.
Someone spells out the ships at sail
Lost within the current moments, adrift on course
and softly touched by fingers of the wind
It is a sight for one to see.
Send for memories, capture them,
Hold them tight as currency, as reflections:
Pictures, Portraits, Snapshots, Murals
Of designs, of templates, and of life.
The air is sweeter this way.
The hint of pine and crisp.
As leaves fall and even the smallest weed
Blossoms and blooms for its day in the sun.
Take time to watch.
Listen to the faint undercurrent.
Of nature and snips of the unspoken
Words all of us wished we’d said once.
That is how to learn.
The Forest. The Trees. The yellowed green of proud grass
Against an auburn sunrise leaves the imprint
For the observant: A memory.
