cuts so deep in flesh
our hearts and souls now dying
humanity's loss
Under a blanket
of soft freshly fallen snow
lie tomorrow's seeds.
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.
The solace of words
And the healing balm of time
Sweeten memories
a wandering breeze
those dead-brown palm fronds clicking
well into matins
A day for mourning.
Another angel is born.
Tears dry on her face.
yesterday's cold wind
chimney smoke and street blown leaves
hours before snow
cemetery hill
rising snow carries the dead
further away still
Blue hours turn to smoke
Lampposts darken their shadows
Last breath of the day
Grey bowed wing heron
lands as sentry of quick death~
pickerels dart deep
eternal mountains
snowy birthplace of rivers
oceans receive life
Gray clouds hide the sun?
Snowflakes bustle past my nose?
Winter stomps his feet.
Tired bones of mine
Marinated misery
This life is so long
The leaves make my heart
Jump. The flowers make me sing.
Life is beautiful.
opaline snow rings
tarnishing the silver moon -
old age settles in
The final tick tock
Hollow cries of a lost clock
Brings an end to time
bruised fruit in a bowl
paint and mineral spirits
capture my still life
state hospital graves
nameless deer graze among stones
inscribed in numbers
Granite trail, steep climb
Soundless, as dying leaves fall
My heart beats walking
My head is spinning
Nothing seems to be stable
Today confirms fate
Reach into the hand
Your mother gave you at birth
Use it to reach hers
A soulless husk floats
Empty of what was once life
Drifting in the waves
ants blacken the mound
faithfully fulfilling jobs
5 o'clock traffic
Lives Interrupted
A Tsunami of the Soul
Forever Amen
A Wisp of a Smile
The Knowing of a Time Past
Remembering All
Frost binds to bare trees.
Bleak dew covers the morning.
A life forgotten.
Roiling sky above
Calm lagoon yields today's catch
Distant man watching
Rivulets of rain
Will revitalize the green-
Death is but transit-
Gusts of wind blow cold
Blanketing life with stillness
Whisking away souls
gnarled and twisted
more knots with each year of growth
deformed by old age
anonymity
living with no fingerprints,
no children in tow
I hold you at length
Yet my whole life is a lie
Deception is great
in space, riding time,
spiraling Breath of Passion
entwined deep within
Birds quietly chirp
As grass sways gently in time
Mice pause to listen
Sweet fire listens.
Too delicate beauty stirs
Death as light snow falls.