Erasure

Winds to be reckoned with
do more than make waves;
all evidence of human existence
is entirely without-trace erased. 
Reset is the playing field.
Wiped clean, the slate. 

Denied are the attempts
to leave any more prints. 
The only impressions saved
are those upon the heart.
Is your legacy of love
enough to advance
to the next 
start? 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise