hollow: a haiku

hollow paths glitter beyond a yellow brick road unadorned jewels wait I remember this day when I happened upon this view very vividly for two reasons. One, it was the first time my son stood beside me with his own camera after finding his own interest in photography. Two, it was the first time IContinue reading “hollow: a haiku”

afterglow

in the perfume of dawn i sprawl in naked wander in the wake of he for his touch sheds my worry as leaves floating from the fall tree his kiss returns the waterfall that bathes the season in me and i, in budding refrain, need but whisper please, please before you leave won’t you grazeContinue reading “afterglow”

wake

lost in the depths of your lilac blue, i curl round the stilled river of you unfurling my buttons from a winter wed beneath woodlace and hawthorne where my heart has fled across the meadow, beyond the thistle and dawn’s rise i am the narcissus in wait a paled for too long desire that growsContinue reading “wake”

winter gown

she dreams of serengeti in the folds of her winter gown where kings and queens cross winds in fertile bliss parading in raffia robes and organic crown she nests in the blue of its iris as amber breath climbs the limbs of every tree, her eyes rest upon the naked scars of the acacia toContinue reading “winter gown”

blue wind

weave me between the weeds of your sealapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleaslet us babble in the salty brinegetting lost in the dawnfind our freedom amid the salamandersget drunk on the blue windand find our way home

union

take my handfollow the narcissus pleato run wild in unkept foreststo stilled breath in gardensbeneath the trees take my handin the union of water and earthwhere lyrics that burn withinspeak to giants, and wander into your dreams

skip: a haiku

read me a story only skip to the last page where it all began Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that halfContinue reading “skip: a haiku”

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