she hears your stories,
but hers was a different tale
it all looked perfect
but where the glow is golden
there is not always treasure
not always
eight impressions (1)
broken patterns still
upon the blue-gold waters
trembling september
calls home another season
lost on paths of reckoning
To share is human:
No, Summer…
No, Summer, you can’t —
I’m using my heart right now,
It’s not yours to keep.
Let me go, so I can be
Right where Autumn will find me
To share is human:
the weight of summer
pressing into the soft earth
and gathering mist —
whispers of dalliance, and
a shower spoken to life
To share is human:
winter while
across these mountains
winter has crept but silent
into sleeping souls
panoramic harbinger
last ghostly visitation
To share is human:
spring, into summer
soft in the forest
a carpet of fresh flowers
laid out for new guests
coming down from skies and trees
exploring the warming earth
To share is human:
Worlds of Sorrow (2)
down deserted ways
the trees are bare and sullen
life in name only
and streets forget their purpose
like the people who made them
To share is human:
Urban Suffusion
Urban suffusion
Light in life overarching
The Gardens’ sunset —
Her heart is still but waking
A quest not fulfilled — not yet —
(“Urban Suffusion” – 12-27-2014)
To share is human:
Midnight Sun
Bright, the midnight sun
Dark, the cold that falls upon
My shoulders heavy
Lost in starlight was our love
Gone beyond reclaiming hope
(“Midnight Sun” – 12-27-2014)
