Emotions – Page 50

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind

anger in the air
reflections in the window
barely ghosts of us
–
cat tails-
the calm surface
minnows just below

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold
–
twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard

standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line
–
wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon