waiting, waiting, for
the storm to pass while
gatherings form, disappear
the changing form with
movement from one place
to the next, searching the
silence for answers, only
known within, forms the
lyrics that fill pages with
passion dripping each word
heavy your heart continues
the empty beaches’ stroll
tiny shells and coral pockets
remnants of that time
before the fading began,
Daily Archives: September 25, 2014
reflections
old man walking
smiling dog close beside
a young child’s
luscious laughter
daddy in tow
red wagon splashing
while leaves spill
out from glistening
trees lining the walk
little bugs twirl and dance
as women tosses hair
exposes rosy lips
whistling the hours away
time collapses upon
the reflections of
what the deluge
left behind
wrapped in blue
city lights
caught the butterfly
green shoots come
push past the many
broken glass knows
what reflections invert
back to earth
your mother crying
for this
forest scent
before rain
that pause of leaf
of sky
almost touching
the insatiable reach
across
dew laden ferns
polished stone
and the day
comes
gently
takes you in.