Death
a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind
a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind
on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore
ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road
quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window
–
leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain
high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me
–
steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight
iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain
–
solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water
the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire
the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past
–
needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web
flurries of spring snow-
aspen seeds riding the wind
drifting in the sun
–
iron anvils-
the thickening
of august
thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood
–
old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war