Rustic lined shelves
memories piled high as yesterday’s dreams
faded into wormwood
woodwork stained, knotted pine, forest floor patchwork
even evergreen goes sliding into depth of winter dark, frigid
ancestral inflictions carried throughout generations
full term gestations, nine month litigations
howling winds scream into window sills
a festering of dust
blown to sides of empty imagination
a storm that will pass in time
rendering a change in stark, barren scenery
an echo from past yearnings
celebrating its freedom
a soul set free from frame and timber
draft rushes past ankles on polished floor
mirrored finish, looking glass to future
beyond blustery breezes, hunched-over nightmares
forgiveness breathes mercy to
awaken a newness of Spring
a budding
bountiful
blessing
-Marsha Nelson
[Challenge Link: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/2016/04/08/napowrimo-day-9/ ]
marshanelson 
A growing crescendo of hope. I love this!
Thank you! 🙂
One finds the building or the yearning in your choice of words and images. The mercy of spring fills the emptiness with hope and awakening. Really lovely write, Marsha,
Elizabeth
Thank you, Elizabeth. I think Spring is such a welcome relief after old man Winter has had his way with us… a rebirthing of such and a new beginning. Mercy? Yes!
I really like your writing, Marsha. Lots of imagery. I especially like this part:
“a soul set free from frame and timber
draft rushes past ankles on polished floor”
That really hit me in the face. Nice. And it is a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for the “likes” on my pieces.
Pamela
Thank you, Pamela! 🙂
So filled with HOPE…I especially loved these lines:
howling winds scream into window sills
a festering of dust
blown to sides of empty imagination
a storm that will pass in time
Nicely done!