the dead are not far--
just beyond the candle's flame
their faces flicker
The sobbing half moon
lost in a starless night sky
watches predators
Killdeer cries and runs
from nest, feigns an injured wing
chicks stay motionless
The Wren's mourning cry-
Ballad of loss and ruin
Crushed eggs blight the ground
Leaves loosed from anchors
drifting in varied displays
death's boldest presents.
hear flowers whisper
I am beauty I am death
pressed between pages
door awning agleam
icicle diminishing
precocious spring tears
Hands of the dying
Cold as ice, yet full of warmth
A cry rents the air
Plowed fields await seeds
Swirling clouds of ocher dust
Parched till the sky cries
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
March wind blows petals.
One sticks to tear stained chapped cheek
content to be held.
grandmother's journal
inscribed names nourished with tears
white lotus rising
Adrift, weeping sea
violet sky, zeal & lust
but a dolent kiss
plain-dead flowers fade
but she nurses each dry stalk
still more tenderly
The virus rages
Same old song of solitude
Tears in a bubble
heavy clouds descend
beach plunges into gray gloom
sky is lost at sea
Faded firefly grave
Moonlight in our sky above
Rusty iron fence
Before every drought
buffalo remain stoic,
for tears have value.
Chilly dank darkness
Moss upon stone upon stone
Cries of broken men
flowers we gathered
dying slowly in vases
they remember dirt
Grant us this sweetness,
This sorrow, our daily bread,
'til death comes for us.
Loneliness visits
Featureless, absent figure
Needing your embrace
Fresh pigeons this year,
large and loud and with a plan:
Dominance or death
farewell to winter-
old trees adorn new garments
spring's ribbons of light
From her sad mouth curled
songs of love lived, lost, longed for.
Linking mud and stars.
Dead trees darkened skies
Winter silhouettes invert
Sparklers in July
damp-blackened branches
flooded woods brimming with drink
death rot sharp, blooming
Painted smile faded
Aging dolls with sightless eyes
Dusty lost to time
Before winters cull
And the fallen are forgot
Summer sounds farewell
touch is a lost breeze
grazing the, now, goosefleshed skin
prickly neck hairs rise
walking hand in hand
yellow road beneath our feet
soon we say goodbye
hummingbird hovers
over flower's sweet nectar...
lost in the moment
rainstorm approaching
chipmunks forage in dark mulch
mourning doves take flight
drowning in a flood
salty tears burn eyes rimmed red
torrential downpour
The woodpecker drums
On the aging maple tree
A long lost message?