Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Sunsets in rearview mirrorswe notice then drive off into the future;the golden moment morphs orangeand is extinguished as we turn. The past is over our shouldersthe instant we cross it;no two sunsets the same, thoughthe next we take for granted. While I still can, I u-turn and loop again,exerting control over this momentso my daughter … Continue reading Sunsets in Mirrors
Determined to counter the moody cloudsothers have been attempting to cast onto me,I choose to seek out the sun, spring-infuse myself,dip my soul into the fresh-blooming green, breathe in the revitalizing April air,let the warming rays seep in through my pores,absorbed more in the whole of the reborn panorama thanfocused on the details imploring to … Continue reading Out of Season
Natural beach tangleballsmessily woven with care;the tides tidy the past,clean up the yesteryears, least-cherished experiencesready for burial but not at sea,rejected from the oceanto keep the present clean. From the depths, the debrisfrom storms and dune erosionget collected and rolled like snowballsand returned to the shores, sand burial for these non-treasuresheavy in the chestthat successfully … Continue reading The Past In Your Palm
Out of body, I float through time, hover unaccompanied, no ghost as guide; nonetheless, through windows I peer,Dickens-paned, layered veneers.Yet in them, in those moments, the mise-en-scènes are still amiss–a faraway look, a laugh insincere, a single, silent unwitnessed tear–not necessarily sad, just adrift; have I never settled into my prints?My soul, a gypsy, but wishing to barter–tent for cabin, … Continue reading Window Shells
Sunset strips the day of its colors;the last drips disappear before drying.The empty swing hangs still from the tree,its motion, too, retreats into time.All the world seems silent, pauses;all the years universally fossilize. Only I and the earth subtly shift asthe sun reaches, in gold capsulizes.
Times are changing,the earth keeps rotating,seasons arrive and depart...Change is always hard on my heart. No shadow now joined to my hip.Gradual independence.Children grow up and detach.How can we know which kiss may be the last? Years unravelled from finite twine; at the end, the kites will fly.If Father Time were to grant my wish,which moments … Continue reading For A While
Lone fisherman at the sea I watch as the sun begins to bleed into the horizon and the golden makes a moment of the scene that in turn seeps into me and coats in a honey so sweet each of my memories and dreams. The fisherman fades in footsteps away into the sunrise of a … Continue reading Lone Fisherman
I'm thinking of all the little things, love,that will fill the moments of our lives,the day-to-day non-mundanetogether as husband and wife. I'll be the one to rise first;you'll wake to the aroma of coffeeand the comforting presence of my lovefilling every cottage nook and cranny. We'll ride together to our jobs,or better yet walk,to have … Continue reading Future Moments
I can't help but thinkof all of those momentsthat still play in my headin slow motion...each one that filled mewith such escalation,anticipation,heightened emotion...so many instancesI've framed in my mindin the scrapbookI've assembled over time...so sure in each of thosejovial junctures,you were sharingthe same wishfor a somedayhappily-ever-after,and even if we could never be,you sharing in that … Continue reading Editing Memories
Leaves, pinecones, and acorns fall,petals and whole blooms too;the hands of timepropel the seasons,pulling and pushingthe memories of you. Change comes inevitably,seems to detach and deterioratein the downward descenton the slippery slopesof wet-leaves and iced pathways. We can find our grip though,we can find the beauty that clings,hold in our hearts the comforting scents,focus on … Continue reading Seasons of the Heart
