6.21.2018

knot

Skin against skin
unending knot
of his and hers that became ours.

Knew when we started
we would be here
but much less certain about the end.

6.08.2018

indigo


Rose skies  
Clouds of indigo
Take my heart
Where my feet can not go. 

5.26.2018

core

Years shed
like birch bark
revealed a tender
core.

5.11.2018

Boxwood

The tang of boxwood hedges,
sun warmed asphalt
and wrought iron fences
bring back memories
of childhood in the south.


5.03.2018

honeysuckle

sweet scent
of honeysuckle
drifts from beyond the fence.
stirring imagination
and promises
of summer
to come 

4.30.2018

escaping

Verduous tendrils escape
through cracks in the walls
meant to confine.

4.08.2018

gone

When I am gone
my soul will escape
to the nearest sun soaked field
to soar aimlessly
over heavy heads of grain
brushing butterfly wings
and nodding wildflowers.