Category: Poetry

Finding The Way: Day 26

brush stroked dayspring sky-

Whisper

I cannot see you but I know you’re here for the wind whispers your name and the mockingbird high in the mesquite mimics the blackbird’s song in memory.

Middle Watch

And in the middle watch hours, Loneliness cries out your name as I reach for the cold pillow where your head once lay.

Finding The Way: Day 25

cattail susurrus

Finding The Way: Day 24

respite from turmoil

Finding the Way: Day 23

red poppy peeking

Weight

Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost…