The elder woman breathed more deeply trying to fill her lungs
with the pine and cedar scented air.
She prayed for family
and a childhood failing to remember
times of warmth and care.
Demons danced around her and she fell into her way
of resting near the fire
and of seeking solitude.
Her song of death though soft and shallow filled the aging house and spilled
and was subdued.
Then in the flames she saw
the children from the distant past who played and ran
and laughed in yards of green herself among them too.
The woman smiled
and once again she sang her song that passed her lips
when once she fell in love
and fixed herself with much ado.
She breathed again more deeply and aware and lastly –
filled her lungs
with pine and cedar scented air.
Copyright 2013, Mitch Battese