anne.seebach.poetry

idled by the river watching the trees shiver
warm scent of red dust drifting from the road ahead
I turn the wheel with confident hands
heated thoughts subsiding into time’s flow

the summer breeze lifts my hair cooling my mind
lungs filled with memories of childhood
echoes of others’ memories sifting through me
heated thoughts recede

I bask content in a million moments distilled
listening to the clocks in my mother’s kitchen
warm scent of red dust drifts from the road ahead