Depth– The Daily Post Prompt
The north wind blew
I condensed,
Then descended a mile.
Perched on a flame tree leaf
For a little while.
The rendezvous was short, I
Slipped further down to the surface
Approaching the end of my being.
Before getting assimilated
Into the earth’s depth,
Only one memory flashed instead of my life whole.
The red flower had called me
Elixir to its soul.
Midnight Soprano 