Talisman

Paul Serusier, the Talisman, 1888

Paul Serusier, the Talisman, 1888

If I could find myself here today, it would be a talisman. To protect me from evil. From my greed to be something more than what I am.

If I could walk this path of yellow it would surround me with its bright shield. A place of refuge to look upon the water and see the reflection of the sky. Of me.  Of the things that were and the things that were not.

To divine between solid and spirit and find somewhere a sign. A chill breeze brushes my skin. The haunting loveliness of life. Gold leaves fall around my fingers and summer’s memory washes away.

Come Fall with your earth-bound wand and sweep away the summer. Fold me into your apron crisp and cool. Bury me in leaves.


One Comment on “Talisman”

  1. artfan says:

    “If I could find myself here today, it would be a talisman. To protect me from evil. From my greed to be something more than what I am.”

    splendid, simply splendid. a concept worthy of meditation.


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