I Miss You So Much

I miss you so much
Holding my hand
Feeling your touch

You’ve been so distant
Was it something I said?
Or am I suddenly nonexistent?

Love in Equinox

In quiescent solitude I feel you walk into my dreams.

You with a love so perfect, always steadfast even during the darkness, when you carried our love so burnt and black.

White hot flames bright against the changing sky, and all we could foresee were charred patches and cloud shadows intertwined and bound by the smoke of sacrifice, a ring containing our wildfire of emotions, wondering if the ground beneath would ever be fertile again.

Missed

Missed

I am not alone
Yet
I am alone
Here in this place
Where with every sunrise
I step
Into the warm, quiet glow
Of morning
Whispering, softy, gently
Wrapping contentment around my arms
Reliant, contained, assured
So relaxed in the company
Of no other
Lover

Earth Day Haiku

Reaching for the sun
Bare feet planted on the ground
My soul has deep roots

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Poem in My Pocket

Sharing a poem for “Poem in My Pocket Day”

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Scattered sunbeams warm my toes
as I step into the cool wet grass
swept away in the rhythm of butterfly wings
beating in time with my dreams

If Not For Fear

If through the glaring frost
your light might bend
deep beyond the lace
tightly woven crystals
pressed against colors
muted before my thoughts
thawing and warmly flowing
from my eyes shining
through the pains
of soulful longing
yearning for the early days
almost a year gone by…

Kiss Haiku

Savoring your lips

So pure, intoxicating

Insatiable bliss

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Woven Memories

photo: public domain

A warm, gentle rain is falling this morning as a finale to last night’s storm.
I turn the blaring overhead fluorescent lights off to soften the harshness of my work day.
Out my window 100-year-old oak trees stand majestically waving in spring, their limbs heavy with swelling buds.

Winter Haiku

Wood smoke curls into blue

Warm down blankets me and you

Winter hide-a-way

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220 Grit

Over and over again

And again

Back and forth

Predictable as time

Ticking away

A hot July day

Front porch swinging

In rhythm

Cooling

Sweet Tooth

She loves watching him eat

The way he slowly, meticulously

Separates the delicate folds

Wrapped around exotic fragrances

Releasing cocoa and vanilla

As his mouth moves

With purpose and patience

Welcoming the silky smoothness

Light on the Altar

Light with all its warmth

And silence

Bends over me like your mouth

Saying you love me

Even when you are angry.

Words caught in a web

Thirsty for our souls

And the day to unfold

Into night

And back again

Warming the chill hanging

Over our hearts.

Lifeline

Into my reflection, fall deep

My beloved

Past the twinkling stars you hung

Over my emerald pool

Marking your journey to release my soul

Waiting for Roses

I don’t know how to feel on Valentine’s Day

How to not be annoyed by all the shocking red and obnoxious pink

Novelties lining the chrome shelves

Blinded by the fluorescent screams

Of smiling stuffed bears holding crystal hearts or silly coffee mugs

Sparkling cupids atop a frilly heart-shaped box

Soon to be abandoned with leftover, half-eaten chocolates

Cast among the disarray of once orderly

Slavish Love

I always loved fixing things

you carelessly drop

or fling in blind rage

into my dark corner

like your broken mirror

reflecting only yourself

in fragments

sharp and jagged

Beginnings

Did you hear the ink spilling

on the words laid down upon

the crumpled pages

of yesterdays news

silently fading

with the lonely sun

Crystalline Dreams

Placed by delicate gentle hands

tired, worn, weary

from the dust

accumulating on the flaking sill.

She silently watched,

waited as the soft shadows played,

lost among broken rocky paths

Faded Love

Up and down the furrows

swinging old tin bucket in time

up and over

avocado with roses not so red

anymore

Sloshing out over the peeling and rust

with each step that pauses between the gaiety

Musings

Stepping softly through the silence

of winter sleeping

wrapped warmly in promises

pausing long enough

to gather up some memories

among the rosemary

fragrant and evergreen

for these too shall keep.

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Midwinter’s Song

Your melody plays in perfect time

falling upon my heart

cradled in heavens arch

I listen as you pass

sensing your breath as it blows

fogging the frozen window in crystalline lace

where through my sleepy gaze

I sway like the draping branches

of the young willow pausing the ripples

Breath of Love

A deeper shade of brown

paints a cherished scene

to hang in your heart of memories

~

In tender moments like this

I quietly sit

holding your worn hands

and with my open heart

I trace the lines

that maps the memories

of such love

I can only imagine

East North Street

Perched up high upon my steep slanted roof

tiny feet wearing red playground dust

clinging to warm shingles

sparkling in mornings light

breaking through

Over Winter

Paper thin gossamer petals

faded blue, hang tightly

onto old wood

where new hydrangea bud

Shiny, waxy leaves

of the evergreen magnolia

reflect red seed pods

of citrus blossoms promise

As We Were

What is that happened

When we were yet to be

As we were

So long ago now it seems

Waiting, watching, wondering

Dark of Night

So long ago

now it seems

back among dreams

and in between the sheets

So far away

now it seems

I lost it

dropping unnoticed

There for Her

By the rain drenched window

wrapped snuggly in imagination

she finds herself once again

immersed in day dreams of him

taking her

Meadow

Among gossamer wings and bee balm

Stilled by your words

Hanging in contrast