March 2019 – Page 2

the first day we met
your perfect little fingers
wrapped around my thumb
–
laundromat-
your clothes tumble
next to mine

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street
–
dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

evening in the woods-
footfalls in the the underbrush
betray my silence
–
a park bench-
convincing a crow
to let me sit

dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute
–
the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness

late afternoon sun-
snow fades to grass as winter
draws to a close
–
red feathers-
in the snow
a purple crocus

gauzy white and gray
shifting in the breeze on a
cerulean sea
–
morning sun-
dust rises from
the desert floor

lightning cuts the sky
the hard steel train tracks glisten
in the sudden rain
–
a train whistle-
the station floor
slick with rain

softly melting snow-
the trumpets of returning
canadian geese
–
the ides of march-
a robin graces
my dogwood tree

dark forest shadows
stand in stark relief against
the cold moonlit snow
–
silver moonlight-
mercury in
retrograde

the treetops aglow
crimson branches reaching to
touch the new born sun
–
unfolding leaves-
the morning sun
kisses the trees
#sunrise