Stars In The Southern Sky (A Quatern)

Glenn Frey Photo © Gus Stewart/Redferns; Photoshop Creation by Colleen Breuning

Stars In The Southern Sky ~ A Quatern

There are stars in the southern sky

Smiling as the full moon floats by.

Hear my voice on the summer breeze,

Sweet songs drifting across the seas.

The world keeps spinning, do or die.

There are stars in the southern sky.

The candle flickers, growing old.

Starkness of winter blowing cold.

My days get shorter, wracked with pain

In this deluge of freezing rain.

There are stars in the southern sky,

Hidden by clouds as angels cry.

Watch as I defy gravity,

Set free from this purgatory.

And when I twinkle, you’ll know why

There are stars in the southern sky.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016

January 19, 2016

Written in memory of Glenn Frey of The Eagles… inspired by one of my favorite of their songs, “Seven Bridges Road.”

The Finish Line

Photo courtesy Morgue File Free © 2015

The Finish Line

Clouds hang overhead

geese crowd the banks

when the rain starts to fall

the farmer gives thanks.

The harvest has passed

with bountiful yields

winter is fast coming

there’s frost in the fields.

Feel the push of the wind

and the bite of the cold

his skin etched with time

bones fragile and old.

But the sky won’t snow

and the sun won’t shine

no more walks in the wood

at the finish line.

See the colors dissolving

in the cold steely sky

as he crosses the threshold

with one last mournful sigh.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

November 24, 2015