the dead are not far--
just beyond the candle's flame
their faces flicker
She was born in May
I felt her first and last breath
Then, there was nothing
lone lighthouse doyenne
descending steps one last time
solitary glow
Coyotes salivating
Chasing after mighty deer
Running for its life
Leaves loosed from anchors
drifting in varied displays
death's boldest presents.
hear flowers whisper
I am beauty I am death
pressed between pages
Hands of the dying
Cold as ice, yet full of warmth
A cry rents the air
young fawn so docile
nibbling leaves, a blurred green feast
sunlight shade from trees
cormorant spreads wings
time for pond benediction
sand hill cranes take flight
burn sacred fever
the churning ache of young bones
beyond the threshold
Pink blanket, soft skin
Today you wear a white gown.
Oh, how I'll miss you.
Amber leaves shudder
a thieving hand of bright wind
picking death's pocket
the last cornstalk rests
waves of snow settle by her
peace for a moment
snow swirls in the wind
torn blossoms of apple trees
ashes of moons past
ice on the surface
hiding still flowing water
hushed but quite alive
landlocked sixty years
her shoeless feet anointed:
seaweed, scalloped shells
Grazing time at dawn.
A bellwether leads his flock
to dew-covered grass.
plain-dead flowers fade
but she nurses each dry stalk
still more tenderly
Faith in the future
Time alone will make it true
New born days ahead
cricket on my porch
4 AM longing and thirst
full moon sliding past
Meditative sounds
Of rain nourishing plant life
Reminiscent walks
almost thirty years
old shepherd cared for his flock
last time to lock church
The whole two hour walk
going over and over
our five second kiss.
the lake is glass calm
shimmering in the moment
I am at peace, love
butterfly flutters
life's quiet tranquil moments
a breath of fresh air
Our feet scurry past
Behind closed door, a stillness
Empty nursery
Skin soft, lines set deep,
I watch you wither with age.
Together, we dim.
Young friends and a branch
Mangoes strewn on the red clay
Endless symphony
Faded firefly grave
Moonlight in our sky above
Rusty iron fence
flowers we gathered
dying slowly in vases
they remember dirt
Eternal river
Sculpting the canyon below
Washing time away
Grant us this sweetness,
This sorrow, our daily bread,
'til death comes for us.
present this moment
sun slips across horizon
I stand and wonder
Wanting inner peace
Corner stones of the moment
Following the dream
spring time at the lakes
the brothers squeal in delight
while catching tadpoles
butterfly white moon
galaxies waltzing in time
a loon breaks silence