Bridge

Clouds pour in
bottled words

As chords dissonant
sound rugged terrain

Widening the gap
between polished answers

A flood of fears
consumes
precious shoreline

Until willing hands
together build on land

Love's bridge

  

A Round Silence

How can a silence
turn
around and through a thought

Caught in that distance
between question and answer,
eyes that smile or stare

How does familiarity turn
from freedom
into somewhere else

where denial felt
as insulting as rejection

Spring

Healing us into

what was special then

again

is Spring.

Extend warm eyes

to welcome

new friends!