Watching
my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train
–
stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road
my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train
–
stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road
my anger rising
holding back my tongue
while I try to breathe
–
irritation –
ring tails slip
into the shadows
bright may afternoons-
the vibrant splash of dogwoods
warm suburban yards
–
cirrus clouds-
among the flowers
surreptitious bees
time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls
always by my side
the mother of my children
the love of my life
–
woven grass-
the sparrow
steadfast
working down towards
the bottom of a bottle
searching for solace
–
after the rain-
a raven
hewn from coal
my newborn daughter-
a woman after thousands
of past yesterdays
–
new spring-
a sapling
births a forest
the new morning star
betrothed to the coming dawn
dancing with the moon
–
warm spring sun-
a beaming bride
under a shower of rice
standing on the bridge
cold wind blowing through his coat
patiently waiting
–
a lover’s kiss-
the river opens
to greet the sea
along the roadside-
once a stately facade, now
a pile of old stones
–
gentle rain-
crows perch upon
a weathered grave