Descent Into Now Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I remember it exactly
as it was…
we took flight
looking
upon the simplicity below...
everything was perfectly
aligned and in order

When the ride was over
the decent
was uplifting
The air rushed
upon my blushing cheek...
abruptly ceasing
as feet touched the ground

A subtle fragrance
of pine boughs
drifted
in the gentle breeze…
the distinct emerald scent
stirred fragmented passion

At the crown of the tree
is heard
a sweetly sung solo
by a properly dressed
bird in a red tuxedo
ignoring the onset of fall

Changing seasons
do not alter
the branches of the conifer
Like memories of
first flight
The vibrant foliage
continues to speak…

8/9/2010