saturated black
torrential sobs soak the soul
immersed in sorrow
the lie hung heavy
its weight destroying what was
leaving just dead air
Grey skies spill cold drops.
Early autumn blossoms smile
at the weeping sky.
An orange ladoo
Forgotten ambrosial bliss
Homeless widow smiles
the nine-eleven
unity we knew is dead
rancor has returned
Devastating news
A man leaving through the door
Goodbye to summer
Dark deeps with wet shoes
Dying pressure from harsh love
Birthday cake sliced thin
Singing glassy rains
over bitter storms and seas-
the cry of a child.
left leaves cry and cling
to barren swaying branches
wind whispers be free
cuts so deep in flesh
our hearts and souls now dying
humanity's loss
The gavel came down
Like the final pat of dirt
On top of a grave.
So sure of itself
In the dead of the winter;
Dreamless, sleepless night.
a wandering breeze
those dead-brown palm fronds clicking
well into matins
On the desert road,
the setting sun paints me gold
a lonely fox cries.
A day for mourning.
Another angel is born.
Tears dry on her face.
cemetery hill
rising snow carries the dead
further away still
The hollow heart cries
Seeking a true companion
A wagging tail calls
Valley lost in cloud,
rain falls steady all morning,
drips glisten on twigs
Grey bowed wing heron
lands as sentry of quick death~
pickerels dart deep
late summer drowses
a country cemetery
gravestones forgotten
The final tick tock
Hollow cries of a lost clock
Brings an end to time
Storms pound the jetty
Foghorn cries into the brume
Ships safe in harbor
state hospital graves
nameless deer graze among stones
inscribed in numbers
Granite trail, steep climb
Soundless, as dying leaves fall
My heart beats walking
grey day tossing clouds
maple leaves spin across yards
motion absent change
doorbell unanswered
roses climb through broken panes
someone is crying
this year summer flames
washington wails with no tears
warm hot wind blows west
Rivulets of rain
Will revitalize the green-
Death is but transit-
tattered wings flutter
beneath the hunter moon's glow
a mallard's last cry
Sweet fire listens.
Too delicate beauty stirs
Death as light snow falls.
Shimmering night light
Would you sing me a love song
Of love lost and found
sweat from two lovers
like tears from her husband's eyes
drops on tousled sheets
a red Ferrari
how many times did she cry
luxuriously
I tear the earth's skin,
From its essence, like a mask.
I see memory.
Death lurks in shadows
Reaching for those who linger
Grabbing only fools
words from yesterday
like dead leaves on frozen ground
nutrients of hope