Transitions
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth
freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth
ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief
–
october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king
flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm
–
laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter
wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window
standing in judgement
my perceived righteousness trumps
your humanity
–
seething
holding back
the avalanche
wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings
searching for respite
from the stalkers in the night
attacking my toes
–
morning dew
gossamer threads
catch the sunrise
ashen faced, burning
private humiliations
displayed in public
–
pine boughs
a glimpse
of scarlet
walking through the storm
cold rain running down her back
her umbrella, home
–
hammered tin
the slow drip of rain
through the roof
box turtles basking
motionless, gently drifting
on a floating log
–
acorns falling
a silver flash
ripples the water