thoughts drift back to you
catching hints of your perfume
as people pass through

Cool crisp early air
Heat flickers safety inside
My worn easy chair

till the morning comes
when last nights just memories
making love to you

faded skies return
slow their dreary procession
summer's funeral

Final sun ending
old man struggles to let go
finally home

Dust bowl by the sea
Then the mighty winds blew
Bringing moisture to wash it all away

your still in my dreams
tossing and turning to you
through the good or bad
nightmares, fantasies you hide
only living in my mind

your my lonely thought
imagine being solo
get's me running home

still our silence
even lonely thoughts echo
words never spoken

My kids buy jeans with
The holes built in, they
Think they are cool, so in
My jeans had patches sewn in
Over holes worn in, buy
Hard playin
climbing and fallin
Ripping and tearin
Flesh with denim
I earned those holes
I flaunted in

close my eyes, the water roars nearby
swirls abound, glacier retreat on full display
this well too will dry as time coasts by

you see you in them
sure the eyes, but other ways
their hugs, smiles, hopes, fears

bloated hogs
gorge on human cost
for profit

Now, I can see all around
It's all clear, so it seems, at least appears
I take my first timid step forward

waking up to sun
beaming in now open eyes
counting blessings twice

My co-worker bought a twenty-twenty calendar today
To work I followed some ones footsteps on the way
I did see the sun come up and had a roll in the hay
Who's late for what anyway?

Always warm inside
Smoldering during cold times
Roaring when it’s not

Mystical magic musing woman
My green  eyed serpent skinned siren
Your ***** limbs wrap and fork tongue flicks
Entranced and succumbed, paralyzed
your poison courses thru me, no mercy
powerless to your every slight constriction
The pain in loving this deep has us both poisoned

we pulled crab and fish aplenty
upon the barnacle scarred wood planks
our splintered arm to creek side bounty

writing and wandering
don't recall the steps just taken
or even these words, just written

times slow start
accelerated
sudden stop

quiet, glass still lake
no leaf to break the calm
a fish slurps a fly

No matter the start
I could begin on any part
I end up on the dark side of a heart
I wish I could just see the light part

I feel a sense of loss not unlike an aching
When a walk in steps of the ancients
Putting fingers in a clay makers own prints
Feel what he felt in a moment of times instance
Near or far the sense of familiar loss is there
feeling as though I am there with their fears
Of loves hopes dreams loss and despairs
Like I do here now and with me everywhere

Otters on their backs
In turbulent seas, calm bays
Comfort in their fur

a crazy winter
flowed into an early spring
Masters week, in full swing

That old man winter almost done it again
Had me plumb tuckered out
Till that sun come round the bend
From his darkness  
comes life wrapped in a golden hue
In the suns early rays
Soaking up it’s morning dew
Life springs forward!
Bountiful, beautiful, and new!

Stick figure dancing
ballet, tapping ballroom blitz
disco window show
With wild westerly breezes
Keeping beats on paned glasses

Looking back it slowly gains.....

I had no idea
Went straight from the womb to hell
Been fightin’ ever since