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Looking for Winter

The autumn breeze stirs fields of green,To sustain her mournful soul,Celestial globe to winter leans,Cross farms of harvest bowls. Her calls echo the mountain range,Ice crystal’s morning view,From frosted pairs of windowpanes,Stare ponds of her eyes blue. The cold slips in with freeze in tow,Its silence soon numbs the mind,Her dreams of distant memories slow,InContinue reading “Looking for Winter”

Halloween 2025

Black thumbed smudges smear the sky, asConical crowned witches’ stick-ponies fly by,A harvest moon’s night of treachery. Pumpkin bombs Fall, green, brown, and blue,Splashing stinky blobs of sticky goo,Night’s trick-or-treat grotesquerie. Costumed kids fight into the night,Their slingshot rockets take to flight,Shouting “arrrrgh” in joyful revelry. Spike tipped nails shoot rays of red,To send theContinue reading “Halloween 2025”

Firsts

She remembered the first timeshe went to church without him;the bowed heads of sympathetic sorrow,her gratitude for whispered prayers.She remembered the first timeshe went to bed without him, cold sheets,shadows, darkness filled with loneliness.She remembered the momenther intense pain moved from her headto her heart, and seeped intothe permanency of her soul.Then God met herContinue reading “Firsts”

Near the Sea of Galilee

“So little, it’s impossible;five thousand need to eat,”But in His love and mercy,His bounty came complete. Five loaves of stale bread cracked,Rain fell like random crumbs,As Jesus prayed for man,In new life soon begun. Two fish, skin crinkled dry,From sands of moisture lost,In punnets passed ne’er emptied,His gratitude the cost. The fruit of love’s abundance,TheContinue reading “Near the Sea of Galilee”

Ashes and Embers

I dream a dream of night’s moonbeams,Casting light on the dark forever,The sense of you then fades from view,Your soft embrace endeavored. You and me, never meant to be,By chance we were together,Where can I go, where time will slow,To hills of purple heather. Everywhere I stop and stare,To choose to be your muse,Ashes ofContinue reading “Ashes and Embers”

“The River of Justice” Its Motivations and Circumstances

The focus on human nature brings the authors of classical literature to life, lifting them from the pages of ancient mythology into a current relationship with humanity. Many of these ancient authors utilize the timelessness of justice as a compelling driver of their poems and narratives. It has been established that human nature’s demand forContinue reading ““The River of Justice” Its Motivations and Circumstances”

A Garden Drowned

Glowing slivers of fingernail moons,White sands shine in suns at noon,Springtime rains on nature’s blooms, Tender starts that still our heart,Moans of lovers when they part,Dragonflies in thin air dart, These shiny sides of silver coins,Spin on edge to fall when joined,With purity since purloined, Spoils of oceans and barren hills,Senseless wars destroy and kill,SmellContinue reading “A Garden Drowned”

Yesterday Night

So close, her lips of coffee and cream,Her pungent smell of abundant lifespeaks of earth and sweat; above uswhite doves fan flames asgentle waves of silky haircaress my face like Aphrodite’shands of warm whispers. My eyes, too soon open,release her embrace. Night’s grayrain washes her away in a wisp ofmorning shadow, every traceof her cutContinue reading “Yesterday Night”

Summer Walk in Appalachia

Sit with me on this rockby the clear trickling spring.Hold my hand as Dawnspreads her yellow rose fingers.Rise to walk the hills of trees,In a molder of crunching leaves,Out from a trail of canopy shadeand rooted path of tired feetinto Day’s sun-filled embrace. Myriad colors peek distant mountains,A panorama of enduring love,As Dusk unveils theContinue reading “Summer Walk in Appalachia”

Mystic

Life’s continuum of regrets,I cling to such as thee,Seems I’ll never forgive, forget,Nor have Fates forgiven me. I tend to forget, to forget to lay,A carapace over the bee,To prevent the sting upon my soul,And deny its eidetic glee. Bury my sin in darkened pits,Under an evening elegy,Caste it from this mind of mine,Into depthsContinue reading “Mystic”