Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one

calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

Transitions

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave

curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

Restless

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace

midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

Release

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief

shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings

Compassion

kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love

cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket

Redemption

clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind

absolution
casting bread
upon the water

Panic

small talk in their booth
a dinner plate shatters and
she’s back in Iraq

turning winds
a yearling doe
prepares to bolt

Balloons

aloft and adrift
floating ever so gently
just out of my grasp

innocence
tethered
by a string

Direction

guiding my journey
walking with the ghost of you
on my chosen path

dripping boulders
surging white water
streams diverging

Tired

dressed in homespun
with an old straw broom, barefoot
sweeping the dirt floor

breaking sun
moist soil on
the coffin’s lid