E. Caesia Poem by PATRICIA DOBROSIPEARSON

Once a lover
danced upon my roof.
Enchantment,
A vision for my imagination to feast upon.
His fragrance lingers.

The lover
left great work behind for others.
He rotted the homes protective coverings
with his cool shadows and debris.
He brought forth no true fruit,
only seedlings to litter the beds.

For this reason, in all his greatness,
He was cut away at the base.
Now, all that remains
are the memories of his existence;
The painful emptiness of the air,
A vacancy,
A Blessing and a Loss.....His legacy.