PENTAX ImageIt’s been a while since I posted a poem of Stevie’s but he sent me this one today, and as always its wise and beautiful.  Thank you Stevie xx

Reeds shaken
in an effortless subtle wind
snapped in two
in four
shattered and scattered
through the void
out into a cold emptiness.
An earth
where trees
no longer grow
where there
are no flower
and there is no grass
Where lilacs
do not bloom
where there is no youth
and people are born old.
Each plant is sacred
and could be the last
a land
where the air supply
is dwindling
and it is getting
more difficult to breath
The last of everything
the last human.

Stephen John Kalinich
© 2013