Grass
warm spring afternoon
rolling down a grassy hill
into a mass grave
–
wispy clouds-
grass stains and
smiling faces
warm spring afternoon
rolling down a grassy hill
into a mass grave
–
wispy clouds-
grass stains and
smiling faces
ahead of the dawn
plodding bleary eyed into
an ashen twilight
–
flannel sheets-
coyotes barking
before the sunrise
my cupped hands hiding
the glow of a cigarette
behind the garage
–
cold rain-
ignoring my phone
before last call
waiting on my touch
your warm skin rising up in
anticipation
–
rose petals-
the taste of
your breath
the taste of winter
falling from the sky for miles
to melt on my tongue
–
platform two-
frost gathers
on my lashes
asleep on the beach-
so far away from winter
and your icy touch
–
caribbean surf-
tracing lazy circles
on the small your back
delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind
–
bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow
southward flying geese
their long journey just begun
as mine is ending
–
warm boots-
my old dog’s
snowy muzzle
by her bedroom door
listening to my daughter
cry herself to sleep
–
leafless boughs-
no resistance to
the howling winds
heads bowed in respect
under an overcast sky
the flag at half mast
–
rising winds-
halyards ring
the flagpole