BROKEN HEARTED

the window foretold outside weather   changing winds brushed summer from blue skies   fragrances reclined as flowers unfolded, releasing their seeds fulfilling the promise to return like dreams even for the broken hearted  

THERE BEFORE US

each year a roadside meadow bordered by stonewalls breathes a harvest of wild flowers and weeds sharing soil and space rain and wind seasons of change providing evidence of a glorious gift      

A CASUAL MOMENT

dragging the hand through freshly tilled soil stirs silent spirits to life, encouraging a closeness a purpose of being as the hand passes through previous millennial seasons each with a message of endurance and promise, impartial to flowers or weeds for this year or next  

PASSIVE LIPS

what is gentle to us when the curse of mourning lays desperate on our eyes collapsing granite souls as flowers bend and skies appear to fall onto shoulders as night holds sad the hostage, a weakened heart on its knees with questions rising from passive lips    

BLACKBIRDS

on a dirt road of my father, and his father, with winds in my pocket and shiftless turns   the unknown before and after walking under elephant boughs past ancient bark and lilacs between angles of sun and shade stepping over boundaries past stonewalls in disrepair   black birds break silence sheltering in treetops, watching, … More BLACKBIRDS

BROKEN UNDER RAIN

its where being broken coaxes the spirit to dance to psalms spoken soft while gazing up urging a cloud to spell your name, or form a puffed dog, instead it rains, light drops harmless dribbles, one shape beyond mist with a flat soaking on coats and hats, dripping off to the ground, soaking in, watering … More BROKEN UNDER RAIN

SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

There’s an element of searching   a strong unwritten text   reminders of miracles wasted in an alley or a hallway without lights where vapors dribble out confessions   like the street artist with a crooked crescent smile chalking his drawings providing them with a soul and eyes that follow   and a woman silent … More SIDEWALK AFTERNOON

FINALLY AWARE

The strangeness of late hours and busy feet walking between buildings where memories sift through passions and promises   it must be the under surface of heaven where shadows and dreams whisper wisdom and pillows hide dreams   and finally we realize that flowers become more beautiful as we age into something new

BETWEEN STONEWALLS

The structure of the proof is the land   observant eyes and obedient ears stand fast within the silence   the strength of rocks the support of roots a crowded rain   newness is grafted in   at sunset morning glories dip their heads   the moon is a celestial flower   what’s important is … More BETWEEN STONEWALLS

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME