short poems about life and love

to catch each tear and hold them close like precious dew on a mountain slope or liquid gold or all you hope...

snow falls. from flat on my back specks of gray dance and swirl in random circles high overhead as cold earth seeps...

in a foreign city far from the central square an empty coffee shop opens its windows to the street. a string of...

sometimes i can still imagine him standing at the edge of a west egg dock peering through the night and constant fog...

trees skeletal and severe in the moonlight stretch their bony fingers skyward as if pleading for warmth or a return of leaves...

“your skin is my skin,” she said. “your lips are my lips, your heart, my heart.” beyond parable and pleasure those three...

bare silver birches shiver in this mid november sun. there once was a time when children swung happily from their flexible boughs...

beneath starry skies i wait for you. it’s late and long past counting these idle hours until your presence might grace my...