on ice

they have arrived the little girl in her pretty Sunday dress and hat with red ribbon laughs in delight as her new puppy jumps pretending to nip at her hand and the parents smile from the park bench as a breeze whipped in Summer smells and a far off awakening storm brings a coolness to their skin the tops of the trees look like waves of blending greens from above and the sensing of change awakens the resting birds they join others in flight to the south and from a higher view the shadow is seen like a moving wall making it's way down the coast the Sun disappears mile after mile inquisitive heads turn to the darkening skies and one by one discover this is no storm not shadows cast by clouds but of something else they have arrived and they have sealed off the Sun twenty eight thousand years would pass before their return to claim this prize for themselves the lifting of the seal they inspect their new home with anticipation and fascination a little one runs past a park bench two frozen sculptures are huddled together and two more appear to be playing in timeless wonder the little one turns to it's elders hoping to gain approval to pick up the pretty hat with red ribbon

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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