Lying on the floor
The world passes me by as
I try to let it
Category: Beneath
Treasure
Winter shore winds blow
Swirling my daughter’s hair as
We search for sea glass
Cobwebs
Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep
Wisp
Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper
Millstone
Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom
Missing
In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle
Beneath
His smile hangs askew,
while unseen tribulations
rent rifts in his soul.