The Final Winter

I’ve come upon empty benches,A scattering of voices and dreams,Once filled with people in love,Now empty; burned black,Sitting sorely in pools of sooty water. Winter’s ice burned the benches,Scorching the plantings’ blooms,Each struggling for a spurt of growth,Colorful roses of red and yellow,Begging for a sliver of sun. I pray for one more day,A green-stemmedContinue reading “The Final Winter”

Separate Ways

I left my love behind,Like a star when sun arrives,It flew away with you,In a bruise the color blue. I sleep in the heat of shade,To a waterfall’s cascade,Eyes closed in lonely thought,Of love’s embrace now lost. Life’s fumes in nostrils flare,Whining sirens mark despair,In distance hums of man,My lonely walk began. Written words myContinue reading “Separate Ways”