Flicker

A flicker, just beyond sight
    a whisper, barely there

Cold still lingers,
      clinging to the gray world

    but there it is.
The flicker of gold

     that promises
          a new year

Without Words

I know boys
better than people think
I know their sense of humor, their
quirky smiles, their oblivion
their tendency to forget small things
As writer, it is my duty to observe people
to watch them as they struggle, as they laugh
as they falter and find their way
So I know boys, better than they think
By knowing them, I know myself
And now I know it won't be the boys that
make me write
but the one who takes the words away
will be the one who I can't bear
to be without.

Wind

Pins of ice, slicing into cloth
Throwing hair into eyes, stinging
Shut them and see nothing but a kalediscope
Shivering, the kind that wracks the whole body,
makes the spine shake, muscles clamp up
Makes everything ache

Mist

Trickling down dew drops
      fallen needles, clinging

against frozen blades of grass

      Wrapped up in a sheath
hiding from the yellow sun

Good morning, the clouds whisper

Valentine's Day

Bright, rinsed blue sky
         just perfect, to reflect the red and pink
of hearts

Hearts on cards,
               on chocolates,
       on balloons

All I see is a dark tunnel,
    with yellow light from failing bulbs
shadows hissing at the edge of my sight

      Shadows with those hearts,
shrouded in a torn veil,
     left fluttering in the cold winter wind

I remember the heart of chocolate
     he gave to me
The memory a trap set to go off only

on the fourteenth of February

So leave me be, in my shadows,
     with the hidden hearts
and torn veils where dreams linger

Love Story

Dawn pools in the corners of her eyes
      stars sparkle across their surface

His eyes hold no hint of night
     shining, brilliant blue
as they smile down at hers

Her demons screech in protest
       but they are powerless

against the bright sun he holds in his heart

and freely gives
                      to her