Until We Meet Again

Image: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The Autumn wind

across my bare cheek

reminds me of your touch,

the smell of leaves being loved

in their death –

your sweet life pungency

after a day of our hill walking.

The old Black Walnut grove

is barren, cadaverous

but in the ancient tongue

it speaks like ancestral Oak

beckoning me

to See.

And in the eye that knows

the lips of mystics and gentle men,

I watch the xylem pressure rise and

buds leaf into prayer position.

In the outstretched herbaceous palms

of the entire forest are written our

Lives lines.

I read the crossings,

knowing The Cross

as a symbol of alignment

of the Realms.

And I exhale from my heart,

mounting intent like a rider

upon the thermals.

I am everywhere,

Until we meet again.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

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