The First Day

On the first day she sat by the window watching the caps atop the waves. A scene that was continually moving, shifting, churning the algae green and sandy browns against the rocks. The smell of the sea lifted in the drops upon the wind forming a mist that hung like a curtain where the water meets the shore. Thick clouds skitter across a leaden sky in front of an unseen force. She closes her eyes and raises her chin to allow her teardrops to dry. 

On the first day she sat on the porch watching the dappled light dip and dance between fresh blooms and dark loam. The thick canopy swaying, twisting, turning leaves in continual motion at the slightest breeze, brings a small shower of collected dew. Morning fog lifts quickly in the warm sunlight as the day star climbs the skies, thin clouds float lazily across a blue sky and the scent of new grass wafts as the droplets dry. Birds trilling their good morning songs brings a sweetness to soothe, a balm to frayed senses. She breaths a deep breath and closes her eyes and allows her teardrops to dry.

On the first day the hour was late as she watched the fire light glow. Blue, orange and red flames dance all about sending tendrils of smoke into the night, while embers rise to join with the stars in the black velvety sky. The crickets they sing, the peepers they peep where the firefly’s flit through the trees. A clear sky reveals a blanket of stars and Orion is seen standing guard. Along Milky Way Road a falling star flies burning through a black nighted sky, a wish quickly whispered into the night and sent flying on high. A peace now descends like a warm woolen shawl as she raises her face to the heavens. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes and allows her tear drops to fall.        2022  ~Koneta