Gathering
gentle drops of rain
darken the soil in prelude
to the coming storm
–
afternoon mizzle
darkening clouds
on the horizon
gentle drops of rain
darken the soil in prelude
to the coming storm
–
afternoon mizzle
darkening clouds
on the horizon
honeysuckle vines
distilling morning sunlight
into liquid gold
–
honeysuckles-
concentrating
liquid sunlightc
in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you
–
in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age
my heart held hostage
as a testament to your
faith in my return
—
waiting-
my heart
as collateral
an arc of limestone
scoured by the desert wind
carved by passing time
–
balancing rock-
sculpted by wind
and time
a paper lantern
carried aloft on the breeze
lights the evening sky
—
twilight-
illuminated by
a passing lantern
often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-
Peace is elusive
But a respite from the past
Would suffice for now
A late spring snowfall
Endless cottonwood tree seeds
Floating through the air
The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness