the day after you returned home
from that lazy, well enjoyed visit
i returned to my customary solitude
a silent dust fell on every surface
i cherished it a little
that melancholy smell
long dried winter grasses
pale in warm sunshine
cool water murmured
in the stream
reflected the sun
shimmered
thinking of all the beautiful places
i could never return to
a crisp breeze
rustled the leaves
indescribable longing
death's sweet perfume
filled the air
remembering the green grass