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.

4.07.2018

craving

A craving for something novel 
beyond what these senses know.
A question undefined
an answer just beyond reach.

2.15.2018

windows

Windows of my soul
left open
let in the lazy afternoon breeze
and hope for tomorrow.

10.17.2017

dare

Dare
to lean in
and feel this breath
against your skin
it will not cut you
like it does me.