Early Morning

Soft rain taps on the window I hear you sigh. The cool sheets feel exquisite against my skin, Just like your touch. Moments that pass this way are, so few, but infinitely divine. The low rumble of thunder, and I awake alone. The chords of a piano echo in the muted room, and the dream […]

Dim Light

The hazy glow of pink on the horizon, the dim light streaks through the evening-tinted windows. The cold, white snow reflects the gaze of the rising, old, moon. Warmth, from the fire, cannot touch my pallid skin. I will wait. Eternity is not long at all.

Snow (V)

Author’s note: I know, I write a lot about snow! I don’t know what it is about seeing the snowflakes blow in the winter air that just makes me get all poetic. It just seems so natural, something that nature has done forever, and I’m kind of in awe of it. Same re: rain! Snow […]

Winter Solstice

The shortness of the day The bleak midwinter gray Glints of light fall from the tip of the icicle To the hard earth pooling and collecting, they lay.

Beginnings

With every ending, there’s a new beginning…

Very Real

My demons drip down greened fangs, tarnished with time; that grip and strangle old dreams, that slowly die. They feast on my wants, on what my soul craves; They devour my being and destroy my flame; Incessant, they linger, they lurk in my thoughts, they prowl on the edge of awareness, and clamor with the […]

The Hums of August

Slow, droning, chatter. Mixes, stews, Bursts. Hot and full, the heat oppresses. The greenery, shriveled, wait for warm rain. The night brings other sounds; gentle, familiar. The sadness of summer passing; a lament in symphony.

Spring

The oak’s bare limbs scatter the early Spring light onto tender greens. The lichen observes the rabbit, and waits. And the trees listen. The last chilly breeze means nothing to the wing of the robin. Poised, she sings.

Further

The heavy, wet drops fall. (upon my soul) I peer into my abyss below. (the weight of your gaze) Shadow or light, there is no difference here. (leaves me pining for more) Into the deep, further and further I go. (to remove my bareness) To where the grey mist bellows, (to complete my design) And […]

Mother Willow

Mother Willow my heart, my tree. My despair, my self-hate, my worthlessness, take from me. Mother Willow your long branches wrap me, My hope, my self-love, my purpose, help me to see. Like a mother I can only remember, calming, soothing, swaying, holding. You wipe my tears and give me rest. You […]