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 …