Transmutation

It was the spring rain bringing light in...

First an accomplishment within

then the minutes escaping.

Sudden soft emptiness...

lack of what can't be

magic fading

not much left

only

me.

© Rosangela C. Taylor / 04-24-09

[This is a “Nonet” poem - 9 lines, starting with 9 syllables in the first, decreasing by one in each subsequent line.]