Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

They scaled the peaks close to the sky
some never to descend
yet some returning to their homes
bore wounds that would not mend
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It's sad to watch sunflowers die
That once were strong and bright
Their thick stalks drawing food from soil
To reach amazing height
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I watch a little crab a'crawling
Along the briny sand of an abandoned beach
His footprints are so fragile and quite fleeting
Obliterated soon by wind and rising tide
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There is a land so far away
A land of many days
Though small, it has a staying power
Enduring conquests' craze
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I want to be a green branch
In vineyards of the Lord
To grow in strength and beauty
As leaves to light unfold
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To catch a tiger by the tail
To seize a dragonfly
To pierce a butterfly's frail wings
Possessing them thereby
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As campfire flames still upward danced
Full knowing they would die
So was our fireside love a trance
A doomed and searing lie
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Today I saw a fallow field
Where last year rows of grain had grown
On warm earth resting from past chores
Dry reeds now formed a gentle shield
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Moving on those time worn roads
Places, spaces, old abodes
Decades melting heavy loads
Graces, paces goading toads
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Cardboard jewels twist around dried petals
On black frayed pages, gray with age
Little babies in stiff starched bonnets
Perch on laps of stern parents
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