(lost) treasure

lost treasure s

each season
knows that its costumes
must be re
moved, decay
ing all at once to fleetingly
encircle the end

the old sub
tracted, the new feigns
silence as
it changes
into breath—colors conjured,
spilled, yielding to time

recrossing
the same distances
to return
to waiting,
awakening—each day be
stowed, ripened, revoked

A shadorma sequence for Colleen’s #tankaTuesday words, fall and give.

lost treasure close up s

The nights here are cool, but the days are still mired in summer.

12 thoughts on “(lost) treasure

  1. Kerfe, I love this Shadorma trio and your artwork. The number three always reminds me of the past, present, and future. Your words accent that meaning. We had huge amounts of rain in the last few days – around 3 inches! The mornings are cool and the days warm. I do love this desert paradise. ❤

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