Emerald Quiet



from her second floor veranda

a shadow gazes into the night

whispering prayers to a patchwork quilt,

of emerald

quietly turning in for the night

she shares stories with the southern live oak

shadowed by carob, maple, and pine

street lights below afford no insight

into what hides behind those eyes

the color of sunrise at dawn

or a heart as huge as the barn owl that coos

her chicks in the nearby nest

and my friend laughs,

flashing a smile

that warms anyone

blessed enough to have

shared her patchwork quilt

of emerald quiet…