sophin

Rebirth of a Season

i did not expect it,

for how could i, the golden tunes

maple leaves, colored bright

and fleeting, a gentle breeze

under the glow of a lantern light,

a pair of butterflies:

their wings flicker

and dissipate

and i breathe another breath

in this lifetime,

and my heart is heavy from the rain

of the funeral of a friend

the flashing white wings

the halo across the threads

the strong steel strings

the swaths of faded red

and i remember the winter days

my hands tucked in the wooden

grooves, i weaved a tapestry

from the remnants of a season

shining colors, battered by time

comes back to echo in my ears

the sweet song of someone

i didn’t think i’d hear again,

it broke free and shattered

shards of amber on the ground

against the light: iridescent wings

fluttering slowly into the clouds.