words from yesterday
like dead leaves on frozen ground
nutrients of hope
the resting Monarch
remembers his larvae days
better than they were
Luminous dust cloud
New moon over ripe cherries
Memories dry out
By the grieving bench
A magnolia blossoms
In Spring's memory
The master inscribes.
The past, reborn, signs the page:
Footprints melt the snow.
my flower garden
once again in its full bloom -
watching falling stars
Yellow leaves like rain
a cold north wind swirls, briefly
they rise once again
I recall, you moved
To soft music played slowly
Capturing me quick
rain clouds come to play,
wind pushes far memories
old and rusted swing
Forgotten dreams hide,
memories touched and lost loves
I cry as I wake
auras of angels
venus sews seeds of sunrise
old as yesterday
brown poppy stalks wait
the wind's artistry in fire
orange memories
in an autumn sky
venus sews seeds of sunrise
old as yesterday
A swift shooting star.
Man's present life is but a
future memory.
Blue ivory hands
dance on the soft sunlit keys,
Childhood remembered
Green grass shoots of spring
watered by yesterday's snow.
A flock of robins.
Dragonflies dancing
summer air hangs still and wet
remembering when
Remember the kiss:
your dark lipstick smeared against
my pain- unfolding
in our childhood woods -
beer bottles and a condom
where we used to play
A nostalgic wave
as you turn your back in hope
I will follow you
jade on a mountain
never fades, always treasured
love remembers all
blanket of fall leaves
foliage of memories
crunching underfoot
yesterday's children
silent ghosts of old New York
walk cobblestone streets
borneo monsoon
in evergreen memories
when thunder returns
tears from yesterday
the bouquet of lilies rest
beside your headstone
Old mining cabin
succumbing to time's passage
with its memories
youth's illusive hour
full of golden memories
to warm winter's chill.
we left the ocean
a few million years ago
and long to return
far beyond the stars
twinkles our fleeting futures
ancient memories
Nana's patchwork quilt --
each piece carefully stitched in
for memory's sake
The colors fall. Dark.
Soft. They whisper: Remember.
But what is the point?
In my current life
Sleep is just a memory
Words crawl through my mind
tiny drops of time
drip into ripples of age
memories accrue
Jade Pacific dips,
crests white, keeper of the past,
of storm's memory.
his raucous laughter
echoes through our memories?
balmy morning breeze
The house was darkened
with memories. She raised her
hand and struck the match.