she is gone and like
the spider web’s
silken thread
becoming unraveled
by a brief gust
of wind you insert
needle with thread
continuing to
weave life into
patterns of loving
understanding and
forgiveness of
why you could not
be there
when she left
to say good-bye
© June 2012
Renee Espriu
winter’s sky holds images
winged birds in
flight fluttering
black taffeta
dotting the
horizon
black birds blend in
grey skies
amidst giant
evergreen trees
branches waving
as leafy arms
in the wind but I
remain safe and warm
cloistered within
 home as sanctuary
waiting for warmer breezes
to return along with
voices of songbirds
heralding in
spring
© February 2012
Renee Espriu
Crystallization of promises
empty, bereft, void of
new beginnings
tattered remnants of
wind-blown flags
announcing images
hewn on stone
an audience of one
behind closed doors
only visions of
dreams becoming
something more
brandishing a looking
glass tantamount to
something tangible
discovery of
peace in living
as oneself believing                      
unbridled freedom as
passion limited only
by closed doors
opened by
estuaries limitless
pathways giving
into possibilities
a cryptic meaning
rhythmic beating of
a heart still waiting
Discovering that the
Door is Always Open
© January 2012 Renee Espriu
Fierce strong winds
unrelenting
as trees are rendered
powerless
leaves harnessed
as branches are picked
clean
thrown free a brilliant
confetti
displaying colors of
reds, yellows, golds
butterflies
strewn about along
streets and gutters as
carpets
clogging city drains
quieting footsteps
the warmth of nature
embroidered
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
Thoughts flow like
vines grasping the
base of an abandoned
pedestal the ornateness
of which is covered
with only mossy lichens
on a bowl with contents
emptied and dust filled
no longer a bath for
tiny sparrows that have
taken flight their
chirping bird song now
a distant memory in
the wind that stirs the
breeze to send leaves
fluttering in the old
deserted graveyard
where long lost writers
have taken their repose
© November 2011 Renee Espriu
Children’s laughter peals as the
sound of musical bells echoing
 in the wind chimes lingering on
 breezes of sun-kissed cheeks
with arms and legs akimbo as
honeysuckle vines entwining
about you ever so tightly and all
 that remains is fragrance of love
© August 2011 Renee Espriu
My grandchildren sometimes run towards me with so much enthusiasm it is hard to contain and when I thought of it this is what I wrote.
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