I yearn for better days, as I lay new bricks in the garden path, watch a young man’s baseball game. Laugh with loved ones at memories, marbled with pain and fondness. The sun on my skin, the chatting of a warm stranger, a simple meal shared, and looking back, see today was a better day. …
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In the garden
you asked for photos of the garden. cascades of pink soapwort over stone. the simple yellow of a Brussels sprout flower. bloodstained tips of a white dogwood flower in a mist around a spring green tree. These gifts I send to you. May you know peace and the joy we share in our moments in…
December
graceless snow collides with bare skin. dripping down bark and brown oak leaves. too heavy to float, drift, twinkle. the season fails its promise as one by one, lies are whispered, “Peace on Earth.” I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed…
November
gray upon gray. the last vestige of patterned leaves cling to the trees and calico ground. Rain settles in, an unwelcome, familiar face in the mirror. We are ordered to give thanks no matter how desperate, alone, downtrodden, soulless the cornucopia of human kindness becomes. Skies so gray upon gray the abbreviated days yield respite…
October
I sat beside you in the night. We imagined we were in a 1920’s car, as we rode in a golf cart through haunted woods. You had chosen to ride with me, on this adventure. The headlights illumined unreal monsters as they leapt from the woods, our laughter echoing along with the hum of the…
September
untrustworthy September, somehow colder, wetter than October. The burning red days sink sooner to the deepening blue. Trying to eke out a few more growing days as the garden surrenders to your cold, wet tears. September, you have robbed me of more than most will ever know. Your blinking twilight leaves me in a blue…
August
August burns the grass brown as corn tassels stretch to the sky, sentinels guarding against fall. Sticky hot days beg for autumn. Sweat beads on your brow as you laze in the pool and the dog pants his complaint. Waves of heat radiate on the street and the tar bubbles and sticks to the kid’s…
July
Let’s get drunk and forget our worries. Let’s spill our troubles to the universe in inebriated song. The veil over independence has been drawn back and the face is unknown to us. Let’s not celebrate this myth. Let’s exercise the freedom we have: hushed rebellion against our outrage—if just for one hour, one night. I…
June
the bullwhip of thunder frightens the cat. Cover the grill and bring in the porch cushions. watch the rain pelt the petals off flowers. lightning plays tag across the sky. rain drops dazzle on the leaves, bathed in break-away sun beams through the rushing clouds and the earth smells fresh and woodland I wrote this…
May
the season softens with drips of dew, harbinger of splendor. Magnolia petals billow in a pink and purple breeze as spring yields to the slow crawl of summer’s approach. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working…
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