parting lines
lines. some forgotten (her parting words shouted before storming out the door). or a...
Appalachian Trails
Trails which once flowed with the footfalls of soft-soled moccasins are quiet now, save...
not yet
“not yet,” she whispered in my ear. night swallowed us whole in an upstairs...
through my hands
two dragonflies flit in geometric patterns above a ditch. flashes of sunlight play and...
sunflowers (vi)
she paused by the garden gate framed in sunflowers. morning light kissed her face...
scattering seeds
the morning sun breaks above the trees. she stands ankle deep in a stagnant...
wildflowers
a sea of wildflowers at the edge of my lawn sway in a late...
only now
only now after years have fallen from the tree of life with decades spent...