8.31.2017

growth

Realizing like the Cicada
that growth only comes
when you let go
of the past.

8.29.2017

making promises

Late summer sun
clings to the velvety underside
of stiff Magnolia leaves
making promises
autumn is bound to keep.

8.28.2017

desire

Autumn winds wind their way
through limbs
tangled branches swaying between
moon lit sheets and the musk
of earth's endless desire.

6.30.2017

old oak

Morning sun's fingers
stretching long across the lawn
do not reach me
here in the shade
of the old oak tree.

3.10.2017

Slender and elongated
her piney shoulders wrapped
in evergreen needles
a bouffant boa
swaying gracefully
in even the chilliest breeze.

3.08.2017

preserved

Pressing these moments
like flowers
in the pages of a book
that their color and beauty
may be timelessly
preserved.

3.06.2017

wind

pulls string taught,
hair loose,
kit high,
frees my thoughts
as the afternoon
rolls by.