mellifluous winds
tell me of the things that are
passed, not forgotten
haiku
winter comes
wild is winter born
rounding regretful shoulders
to obscure paths home
our volition
a tree cannot push
against the wind, it must bend
and sway to it’s will
feathering the storm
they herald the wind
feathering distant portents
to soften the blow
renew
unstitch old cloth with
love, lay it down for others
save the thread for you
george and us all
if who we are is
seen as less than a river
we will all run dry
found
a fallow field lies
dormant waiting for the plough
to peel back its truth
the last leaf
tenuous threads bind
to the dancing wind reaper
his whims will cut loose
fledglings
it’s the not knowing
yet they grew stronger than our
crystal ball of fears
so shadows fall
for Mark, our brother…
the moon throws softer
shadows when the glare of light
moves beyond our reach