Whispered Parting

Sitting along the sylvan verge
Watching the small tide
Of red wine swirling within
Clear, crystal boundaries

Relaxing slowly to savor its gifts
Again appreciating the coral hues
     Of Roses
          Green dancing patterns of
               Wind-stirred leaves
                    Buzzing blur of
                         Hummingbird wings

                         Contentment comes as
                    The breeze lessens
               World holds her breath
          For a perfect moment when
     Stream whispers
“Until we meet again,” as
She fades in Summer’s heat


Ken Goree