Wednesday, August 8, 2012


The afternoon sun
casts silhouettes
reflecting upon the day
without sorrow or regrets

In the air hangs a whisper
of a far and distant time
of people and places
long left behind

Of roads untraveled
and paths unseen
of past and of future
of this time in between

In gentle repose
the sun vanishes from sight
gold bleeding into purple
then surrendering to night

But the whispers remain
these echos of time
of people and places
things left behind.

© 2012  Jennifer Mandell.  All rights reserved.


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