Beltane

I can hear the blackbird call
Charcoal feathered bantam weight
And the cherry blossoms fall
Porcelain transparency

Spring air through a window pane
Broken by the passing time
In an attic on a farm
Echoes granny’s lullaby

Past and future meeting here
In a never ending song
The blackbird in a different sphere
His melody endures

Memories of lilac scent
Purple iris bolted on
Suspended I am now–was then
Walking through a time beyond

Each note is a step I take
Each breeze is a breath
An image every memory makes
Until none is left

I am on my way back home
As the wild wind blows
Gone the years and bleached the bones
What’s left is a wandering soul