Creative Corner showcases original creative work from UFV students.
The sepulcher had lain empty for years.
A crumbling heap that stood, forgotten.
Nobody knows who it was for.
An ancient, low bell
stirs the flight
of dozing mourning doves.
The death knell
of sleep.
Orange blossom and hyssop
anoints
the low, winding breeze
embalming
the smells of spring.
High summer wind chimes
glance
off of sun-warmed
sandstone.
An aural mosaic.
A weeping willow
bows herself
into a deep, cool well.
The water
turned to silver-green tears.
The sepulcher is not empty.
Rejoice, my love!
Rejoice!
