acoustic guitar
crinkle paper on dried flowers
midnight rain on the roof
the call of a crow
the soft, sifting sound from the wings of flying geese
clacking typewriter keys
distant thunder
dried leaves in the wind
an approaching train
Tag Archives: writing
Layers
behind window panes
beneath metal bars
upon dusty shelves
under unsettling scrutiny
Fading
the fading beauty of fall
Memory Box
There are times when I want to burn images into my eyes. I want to save them in a secret golden box of visual memories for a time when I am perhaps very old, or perhaps very sick or perhaps very sad and blind to the beauty that remains constant in the composition of leaves and skies and foggy mountain horizons.
Stroll
hiding there beneath the leaves,
your crunch from under my boot
startles me out of my somulent stroll
Someday and Tomorrow
abandoned hallways of the past
leading to corridors of disappointments,
resentments and lost dreams–
save an optimistic seat for
someday and tomorrow
Light
turning, bending and twisting in search of the sun’s golden rays–
I take a lesson from the sunflower and turn toward the waning light
Rose of November
red rose of November,
linger,
stay awhile,
help me ease into the approaching winter wind
Memory and Intuition
with no hard edges
or defined borders–
my mind reaches for the space
between memory and intuition
Tender Rain
a lifetime of tender rain,
a moment of unintentioned pain,
a second lost, a severed vein,
a crimson stain, blamed
on long days and nights and forever promises
unleashed and untamed
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