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.

10.12.2017

breaking


Outside the window,
rain falls silently .

Inside my ears,
a breaking heart pounds.

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.