Poetry

Time

Yesterday I sat on an old wooden bench as warm as one could Quite alone, there with my hands curled around the splintered wood By the park where the swings sing and flowers bend When caught by my eye a leaf whirled by that whispered “hello friend” Muddled in doubt, I looked around, for surely …

Small Boy

A blue trickle through the open glass, Rustling baskets above hilltop grass. Heavy feet beat out the soft melody, With joyful screams for hide-n-seek. Endless twirls on that head of yours, My cub of laughter, hums, and roars. Breath of cinnamon and almond milk, Mischief in those eyes of black silk. Milk chocolate curves around …

Autumn

Veins of warm colors crawl along the green, Consuming chunks of sweet smelling things, Crumble to the ground and crunch beneath your feet.   For when a certain spice swirls into your new cold nose, And Earth shifts for clouds to house those crows, Ring the bell for summer’s gone so the blooms begin to …

Colored Walls

Melting butterscotch cubes glaze over the white kitchen counter tops, Last nights green squash smeared along the bottom of my once white socks, Everything is white.   Pink soap residue and crusted old bubble circles the white master tub, wilting purple flower petals float around the white shaggy rug, Everything was white.   Brown smudged …

Sketching You

The faintest, coo. Slightest wheeze or tiny toe, flinch. I could be far     miles      away adrift, but I could feel you calling me like electric invisible waves, shock, me back to you. I am needed or just missed, I don’t mind. I don’t mind, your tiny fingers tangled in mine.   Gentle creases adorn all …