Monday 19 February 2018

The Shepherd by Sheila Ash

The fulcrum of the night
balances dark and light
The hope of a new day
pivots against a past
laid to black.

Tequila sunrise oranges and reds
rise from the green flash.
Eyes a daze
he stands and stares ahead
into the wide expanse
of old horizons.

Sorrow buried deep in white
clouds of time gone by,
A love let go
in pain and anguish,
A life taken
way before its time.
Remembering refills his eyes.

Verdant meadows sway with
gentle puffs of spring
colour awakening to the wind
brushing its green rain
over the high mountain plateau.

Snow caps linger on
like the last remnants of the old man’s hair.
Clinging to the peaks
as the sun
heats the mountain’s brow
heralding a new season.

© Sheila Ash, 2018

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