I am

I am an old tree in Autumn losing my last beautiful golden leaf
and a tiny baby bird who fell out of the nest before I could fly.

I am a  desert parched and dry, waiting for the first drop of rain,
the tiny cloud slowly dwindling away before your very eyes in the powerful sun.
I am the lonely cry of an eagle as it sails across the sky.

I am a vast ice tundra cracking and breaking
crashing icebergs into the sea that float away and dissolve.

I am the last moonbeam on the edge of the ocean
silently fading into dark

I am..... missing you.


Written by Suzanne Karbach                                  September 2014