Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost sets in, Ice-cold like death, I will absorb the chill. Even lovely things Need sleep To flourish in the day. Flowers … Continue reading Lament
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?” Their paths met at last, And the silence was loud. Their breath came out fast In the frost, forming cloud. Walk … Continue reading Unraveled
Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking Is making you itch To run paths forgotten And times far away. Gears are still turning, Memories burning. Go check the … Continue reading Timepieces
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below's crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An ancient Wood full of enchantment Knows no spell to give it rest. Are these the days of Beginning-- Or is it … Continue reading Wood of Unrest
Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind. Their faint lights Leave us behind. Summer has ended, Autumn is come. The flowers know Their work is done.
“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far too long.” Then he held his breath, Hoping she’d agree. O! the wait was death To this wizened tree! Pine-tree trembled, … Continue reading True Love
Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you can’t escape When your thoughts are not in shape. Seek, but you won’t find. Soon the Moon will turn. Stars, they … Continue reading Stargazing Again
With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the safer path. It had no room for me. Why are you not dreaming? Don’t you feel a spark inside? Who has … Continue reading Madness
Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree That cannot make a sound? Are not all things in this Wood Reflecting how, in Life, Living things can’t set their … Continue reading The Sleep
Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of fresh, white snow. The pond became a crystal frail; Frigid water lurked below. Picture now that Mother fair, Deciding that our … Continue reading Summer’s Quilt
There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain, the ground sends up A scent rich and sublime. We venture there in daydreams To escape the winter gray. In the … Continue reading The Hollow
Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds me, And in waking hours consoles me, Just out of my reach.