Shelter
freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall
–
the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone
freshly mown spring grass
a frog hops to the safety
of an old stone wall
–
the bull frog
peeks out from
behind a stone
drowning in darkness
heaved out and left on the rocks
gasping for the sun
–
sinking…
yearning for
the surface
I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty
burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day
a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink
–
an obligation
the contract
signed in blood
lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy
–
escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds
in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush
–
shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative
living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were
a flash of lighting
tears the fabric of the night
letting in the rain
–
wet brilliance
slicing through
shadows
I drag my feet through
the dust of relationships
that I’ve left behind
–
shuffling
forward into
an empty future