Lou J. Klaiber

ODE TO EARTH

there are bright flowers
always laughing
somewhere…
blooming
despite death
and the cold tombs of winter.

in memory of memory
we ride the dark horses
of the past
… as we remain
hiding under the bed sheet
of night.

old souls dancing
toward memories of youth
… once again.

Smiles
climbing the quiet
cold
mountains of the heart.

old weapons…
cleaned, and put away.

Earth
turning…

………… away from shadows
and
toward love
within the warmth of a kiss.

love smiling at me
… and saying
goodbye.