Deserted Spheres

after combustion,
summits moved seeking light:
a random process

heat birds fill the ferns,
nesting next to new roses:
pink facets of grace

old friends face high tides,
recreate circles and swirls:
swim far out to sea

children left ashore,
remember humming each night:
we are only love

. . . . .

poet: susan.powers.bourne
source: women.poets.n.m.
process: selected cento