The leaves fell gently, golden
on the first day
of our autumn,
while the past crackled
beneath our feet,
swept away, forgotten.
Your camera stored our moments,
caught the snowflakes,
froze us in time.
And when they were nearly frostbit,
your hands found home
entwined with mine.
But just when spring returned
my fear formed clouds
of acid rain -
I only knew how
much I'd lost when
silence fell again.
Clear as the summer sky,
I knew that we would
have to part,
so I pressed your final flower
into the notebook
of my heart.
-
The forest clearing
of our autumn
holds nothing at all
but a whispered wish
in golden winds
as the leaves gently fall.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
tonight, everything is normal.
the crickets chirp, the traffic hums,
the children work at problem sums.
adults, too worn out to act formal,
leave their work-shoes at the door
and heavy hearts upon the floor.
while the buildings blink asleep
and the clouds dapple the sky,
wind carries tired thoughts up high.
a thousand secrets the moon keeps.
a thousand wishes the stars hold,
burning silver, red and gold.
tawny owl, take my message
through the forests lit with white,
to the one who gave me light.
tawny owl, have safe passage
over the shores that oceans kiss,
to the one I'll always miss.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Take me back to that
tower in the woods.
Threading our way around the trees,
we'll see their canopies from the sky
as the rain falls around us.
And even when lightning lines the clouds
with silver, and the thunder rumbles
with the beating of our hearts,
we can be silent, and smile.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
in the thick grey fog
my compass turns endlessly -
may i return home?
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
I was a child,
and you, an injured swan,
resting by the lake I skipped stones on.
My parents didn't notice when I took you in.
Children don't have much,
but I thought that all I had was enough
To heal you.
So, under the cover of night,
I wrapped my sleeves around your wounds
And you wrapped your wings over mine.
But everyone knows that mere children
Cannot care for a living being
All by themselves -
All by myself.
And my tiny room was nothing
Compared to the skies and lakes
That you loved.
They say children are observant -
at least I saw your sadness,
so I took you
Back
To the lake where we first met
and there I told you
To fly.
I was a child,
and you, a graceful swan,
soaring from the lake I skipped stones on.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
You are the sun and the clouds that hide it;
You are the night and the stars that light it;
You are the storm and the calm before it;
You are the ice and the fire that melts it.
You are the sky and the trees below it;
You are the earth and the hills upon it;
You are the sea and the dawn beyond it;
You are the gale and the leaves within it.
But I am a sparrow that seeks for your rays;
Your Polaris guides my solitary ways.
And I am a raindrop that falls to the ground -
Like the frost that fades, with barely a sound.
From the forest floor, I look up at the blue
And walk beneath canopies dripping with dew.
I’m leaving this place and waving goodbye
I’ll never reach you, but at least I can try.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC