The Call

The Master Artist 
has run out of ochre and tangerine
and begins to brush the world
in shades of raw umber and burnt sienna.

Crows stand watch and wait
while sparrows gather in great flocks
drifting across the sky, 
floating ribbons heading south. 

A call made in silence 
is answered in the exhale of a breath.

Riding on the cusp of winter,
a ship sets sail for warmer climes
following a trail painted across the sea
by a soft, pure light.

Familiar shores are left behind
as the wind gently billows sails,
and open arms await  
on the other side.


october 2007
Janet Reid

in memory of Donald Reid
1955 ~ 2007





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Thomas