‘A Walk Among the Brushes’, Christine McNeill-Matteson
AGATHOS, Volume 8, Issue 2 (15): 103-109 © www.agathos-international-review.com CC BY NC 2017
Silver lights surround fallen beams cast from summer’s full moon.
Sea is quiet and spreads like a lover in waiting for the ones-to-notice, to linger.
Linger we do, in the dust showered in the reflections of the midnight visit.
Women of generations, sit upon sands that are older than time itself,
Gathering thoughts of times to come, and times that passed as wisdom lingers.
Lingering in moments of contemplation, waiting to be heard.
© CMM 2012