No one knows, you walked down that lonely path,
No one knows about the battles you fought so hard!
No one knows about the times you got defeated,
When you were cluched in fear that's still deeply seated!
No one knows the amount of courage you held to stay, even when the hope swept away...
No one knows how easy was it to give up, but you choose to stood up.
No one knows the amount of efforts which went unseen...
No one knows the journey was never serene!
No one knows what it takes to fight everyday...
No one knows how hard it is to not find your own way...

Years and years have passed... storms have swayed, shadows have faded, seasons cycled and illustrated.
Ans still...

No one knows how much it takes for all those retakes,
Everyday starting from the very start!!
Everyday when you fall apart!!

She is my lover
Of a thousand moods.
I never tire of gazing upon
Her long lithe body,
Her head pillowed
On mountain slopes.
She the mercurial
Keeper of wind
Which come Autumn,
She will swirl just
As a vibrant young woman
Will swing a muffler
‘Round her neck.

I awoke to almost silence,
Sipped Italian roast
To chase away the barefoot dreams
Painfully afoot within my heart.
Stepping onto the deck
A tsunami of awe
Washed with wonder
My heart clean again.

The night’s stormy anger
Had torn
Every star from the sky,
Atop endless wavelets
They now adorned
Her morning robes.

I whispered her name
Wenatchee.

Autumn Green
The last to be seen
A much needed change
From brown leaves in Spring

The change does come
Too quick or too slow
What amount is just right?
I don't think is known

To be happy to be
Is harder done than said
When the once clear path  
Begins to thin and spread  

Structure is an illusion
It wants not to stay
Only change is remembered
For all order decays

Fruit uneaten to the seed,
A glance at the heavens
Halting inescapable rot,
Here it lays brown and withered.

A chronic flicker of a lamp
In the corner of the room
A temperament that festers
Frustrated at the change of endeavours,

Waning moons missing pieces,
Resentful, longing for the sun
Indescribable hunger for a glimmer
over torrential nights,

Yearning like a fire
Begs to be fed
Reaching out to darkness
The bed, now half slept.

Restlessness crawls within bones
A tormenting
Unrelenting
Wind in the cold,

A soft low hum within the safety of four
Walls,
An unrecognisable sound
Without an ear, joyful to be here at all.

Fruit will soon bitter with frosty mornings,
Unnurtured,
I plant myself in grounds
Sullen with the season.

You caught lightning in your mouth
and kissed the world a thunderstorm
All Four Winds bleeding out,
               moment by moment
and stilling the night;
instill it with silence.
Infuse it with waiting
                bait our breaths--

--The ocean's saline, and
               I'm surprised to say,
it seems to like us.
Lips can clamp or loosen,
catch and hold or unleash.
               Choose one?
          it's catch-and-release.

I gulped wondering into my mouth
and I spit out an omen.
               Dolmen smile fading now;
                    twin teeth releasing
                          floodwaters
               from this tomb door of a frown.
Quell the squalling night;
implanting our silence.
Infused with surrender.
               Hold no breath.

                         Anyway...

          We don't check on each other...

          ...or look at our neighbors.

           Yesterday's just that, friend.

Yellow roses sway
In the soft breeze
As a feather floats
Softly to the earth

Somewhere in heaven
My ancestor smiles-
whispers her deep longing
into the candle light

As summer falls into
The warm promise
of Autumn fires,
My heart is lulled into
Hibernation and the
Dream of being awakened
By the sweet kiss of spring

And then the rain comes down

A rebirth is here
Snow gives way into rivers
Flowing life anew

The winter feels so cold
Doesn't it?
Ice, cold barren ground
That even you can't walk through

The summer feels so hot
Doesn't it?
Hot, Suffocating air
That even you can't breathe through

The spring feels so nice
Doesn't it?
Is that when you'll disappear
Maybe you'll find something prettier
In the flowers

The Autumn feels so quiet,
Doesn't it?
Wet, drowning everything with storms
That even you can't sit through the rain