The Seasons

Fall

Bronze leaves fall lifeless

Down upon the half-warmed earth

In colors of hope.

Winter

Crisp sheets tumble in

Spirals onto frozen greens

Clothed in silver dots.

Spring

Tiny shoots emerge –

Reds, blues, and others dance

To Sun’s bright melody.

Summer

Little droplets kiss

Dancing plants every morning –

With Sun’s heat they’re gone.

Drunken Headlights

A fire raged, tore through

her soul.

The blaze reduced

everything

                 to

                     a

                        s

                           h,

twilight ash that flew away

with every breath of wind.

His favorite swing underneath

the giant Oak

now moves unoccupied in

the evening breeze.

With the rise of the sun

comes the memory of that

black pick-up and its ever blinding

  

    head                        lights.

Her soul burned with rage at

the man driving that shiny F-150,

but when her four-year old

slipped away at 8:53pm,

her heart died…

And that burning blaze reduced

everything

                 to

                     a

                        s

                           h.