LEANING

darkness covers the linen of skin, folding over with day lost, the sky closes out   the feel of sun warm breezes surrender to shadows replacing colors with a flat gray like layers of curtains,   the first call of night leaning into stillness  

LIFE IN 15 LINES

Discovery of voice A print of oneself Black and white photos The shape of us Multiple shades and shadows Memory reflections Voices in the wall Reappearing seasons Reality to fiction Mirrors mark time Searching for the edge Discovering the unexpected One more length to go Prayers answered The other side

A BREATH RELEASED

the energy of day resigns itself to evening   thin shadows cast linen gray images onto sides of cottages and front porches   the soil and trees release a tired breath as night occupies all spaces   darkness closes day lilies, a reminder that time runs with us until it fails      

LIGHTED CANVAS

seasoned arrows   birthday candles   flames highlight the years and passing shadows   candles, joyous for children sensitive to middle age sentinel lights for the elderly   a breath reduces the flames to smoldering wicks,   a festive aroma encouraging smiles and other thoughts

THAT’S IT

Is it the end?   such a distance form what was the beginning   security stood close moving safely one way   avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes   now a glove is missing from the hand I knew   remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT

YOUR OWN ECHO

when alone the only voice returning is an echo, the strangeness of a familiar chord to argue with, show sympathy to or scold   each pause, no matter how uncomfortable, promotes an opening for rebuttal, the opportunity to gain favor between reality and shadows  

LATER THERE IS NIGHT

subtracting the parts of day, the unfinished, early shadows, voices within, unanswered dreams, questions and morning coffee   it’s a swim against the elephant no one talks about, hearts holding grief and half promises while speaking to the waiting arms   of a soul who knows darkness comes first, and then the safety of night … More LATER THERE IS NIGHT

SERVING TWO MASTERS

we awake under rumpled sheets of thoughts the prison of two ideas   lines dissolve between dreams and the mystery of fragmented images   remembering corner shadows and glimpses of the lost and parts of what is never found as we rise from bed becoming the servant to the master of day  

BEHIND THE EYES

pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight   eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows   faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias

GUIDED SAFELY

a gust of evening wind cools the skin while I follow a path beneath pine boughs and their sweet aroma   an opening light of the moon brushes past mists of ghosts   stars appear like diamond footsteps pointing toward home as night follows close by my side