7/09/2018

Walking Trail

Where there's a place
that calls my name
from distant days

Where there's us
that climbs in trees
and follows
a bee or butterfly

Few the times
we bridge from yesterday
to the walking trail ahead
holding hands

In between the days we lose
hanging on
to places
that are gone


5/12/2018

Not One Letter

Light is gone away
again from these times
wanting

A place not there,
faces
not aware
how closely they follow

Light is gone away
from readying my stay

In the shadow of together,
not even one letter
sees today



2/21/2018

Layaway

A surrender to the days
that will not be

Days paid in advance,
a reserved fee

Keeping my tomorrows
from layaway

Not stored
saved or frozen,
this day will be grown

With seeds derived
from live soil

Climate
only the heart
can know