Tag: poem

anger
tears
laughter

tears
laughter
laughter

tears
anger
anger

 

the gray sky
holds a crow
gently in the
folds of
seamless clouds

pattern 
of melt-water
drip
dripping
breeze stirs
the chimes 
they brush against
the breeze falls
dripping
drip

the time since we
last saw one another
since then
how has life moved
for you
it moves everything
everything
for me
i am not sure
held somewhere
somewhere

the wind in the trees
speaks with a certain honesty. 
when it arrives,
and i feel it upon my face,
its words are unchanged. 

how far must skeletal
branches reach to the
touch silvery moon?

a cloud
too graceful
to be gray
what do i know
of gray

gray morning
hot tea
my thoughts aside
watching for sunlight
licking sweet tea
from my lips
i want to hold time
just still it enough
so the daylight crawls
never fully arriving
and my tea
never gets too cold

in the woods i hold silence

i wish to be a tree

it moves when moved

it does not mimic or copy

it is honest

 

snowmelt drip
and geese 
rhythmic patter 
calls of encouragement
during the journey
to where 
and from where
always these questions