Day closes
in wandering chatter
losing itself
in waves
edging our
pebbled shore;
stones skitter
over the surface,
lead trails
to the horizon —
fading circles
on yellow water
Day closes
in wandering chatter
losing itself
in waves
edging our
pebbled shore;
stones skitter
over the surface,
lead trails
to the horizon —
fading circles
on yellow water
Poems from in between 
4 responses to “Closing fire”
Stunning metaphor for aging/end of life. Nature lends herself to so many great analogies.
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Thank you. I so appreciate it. And you are right — in fact, nature doesn’t seem to need much help in telling all these stories!
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This feels so comforting to me today, so thank you. I keep getting drawn back to “wandering chatter” and its echo, “stones skitter.”
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I am so glad. Sometimes, we just need to stare into the haze a few minutes. Thanks much.
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