His hands worked slowly,Pulling up the dark covers,Tucking me in, safe. Even winter's chill,Can do nothing in the face,Of a father's love.
Maple leaves mingle,With the hushed whispers of youth,Then falling, silent.
Midland autumn rains,Morning mists growing colder,Summer passes on. Piano keys creak,Old hands struggle with placement,But still, it sounds good. Passing strangers smile,Lives meeting in the stairwell,Never again seen. The scarf on the hook,Made with love by an old 'friend',Still smells of perfume. The painter's wet cheeks,Just enough to thin old paint,Now, let's start again.
Yellow leaves scatter, Red upon the chilled river, Smoky autumn winds. A whirling dervish, Splattered in colours of fall, Recall our old gods. Well-worn mountain paths, Glimmering like arteries, Bright with fallen leaves. Blue smoke drifts upward,While damp leaves of yellow-red,Fall upon my head. An autumnal breeze,Smelling like sweet potatoes,Ah, am I hungry?
It has been some time,Since I've had the time to write,Now I feel hurried. Frantic as I post,These feelings wrapped in my soul,Clinging, grasping hands. Released, I'm relieved,But tension crawls in my scars,A depth unfulfilled. I may lose myself,In these intemperate years,Devoid of feelings. I just want to cry,But I worry I've lost it,That part … Continue reading Worry, Worry
Pale white rivulets,Across serene sky so blue,Like tears from afar.
These drowned little towns,Abandoned with care and love,Reclaimed by the sea.
After the rainfall,The damp heat rises, stronger,It's so freaking hot.
A small desk fan dies,In the stillness that follows,The summer heat laughs.
The winds of summer,Laden with humidity,Steals away my breath.