Tag: Poetry

rain.

drop.

sleep.

rest

now

still

mind

as i begin
collecting wood
it starts
to rain
i try to load
the barrels
with kindling
as fast as
i can
but it rains
and rains harder
i wonder what
winter will be
how it will be
i think of this
wet wood
the wet kindling
our fire starter
i begin
again to wonder
how winter
will be
what will it be
will it be

heavy. hand. wall.

embrace / gratitude
move / away
create / stillness

eyes

here

saying

come

i reach
arm extending upwards
paintbrush in hand.
I pause
only momentarily
a thought
so fleeting
of eyes
wide with desire
arises
then it is gone

“this is not me!”
all in time
in time

in evening
late autumn
no speaking
now
in late autumn
no voice

water
touch face
reflection
eyes