October light

 A poem for Poet's and storytellers United written to the prompt October

October light

The October sun spills light on her path.
She sees only her shadow,
head bowed,
mind drifting into dark corners.

The grass opens its pockets
a crumbling piece of paper appears,
poetry carried on paper wings,
by currents too gentle to notice.
She inhales the scent of wet earth.

Lines land, waking sleeping seeds;
like a prayer, they enfold her heart,
weaving webs of hope,
threads of quiet beauty.
She carries it through her days,
a shy smile lingering on her lips.

Life trades feathers for stars,
water for words.
The October sun spills light on her path
and witnesses spring in the eyes of a woman.