SWING ON

The world past the front porch, watching the same clouds set in the magic of the sky   prayers lift up from swings and wicker chairs escaping through tired screens   cars passing know only of roads, the next corner the direction home or close to it   train whistles cross over buildings and empty … More SWING ON

A GENTLE END

Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches   crickets capture a cruel cadence   velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies   reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn   fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy   everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES