short poems about life and love

i. no flowers linger by the garden gate after this ice-cold winter. my gloves still lie in the mud room after these...

with a lurch the train shudders from the station. moving slowly at first, it picks up speed causing trees to blur past...

i remember her letter. handwritten on white college-ruled notebook paper torn from it’s spiral ring which left a jagged edge of hanging...

i. butterflies are back in the yard after another cold winter. they drift in lazy circles over a sea of bone-white snowdrops...

i. the opening line never appears to land precisely, despite rehearsals prior to the main event. and though they feel plucked from...

Cold rain hammers clay roof tiles, its staccato rhythm hypnotic in a room devoid of light. Through the speckled window, bare branches...

through my window moonlight dances between bare branches of the oak out back. i imagine stardust borne along its pale beam salting...

Seger’s “Night Moves” wove its spell in a room stripped bare of furniture as couples upstairs chased away their blues while the...