midland summer days

I melt away,To be swallowed by dark soil,And sleep in long grass. Broken china cups,Behind a classroom bookshelf,Teatime for fairies. Creaking branches sway,As cool gusts drink the hot air,Leaves whisper thank you's. Girl taps out her beat,While Boy dances like a fool,Laughter in sunshine. Sweating on the floor,Arms and legs spread far apart,Fan spins above, … Continue reading midland summer days →

Ash

Paper leaves stirring,Creaking branches in the breeze,Spirit-bound, silent.

Summer Fever Fades

Summer fever fades,Into cool, red-hued autumn,Like my sunset dream.

seasonal recollections

Vermillion leaves,Fall from pale limbs aloft,In death, true beauty. Gently falling snow,Turn harsh corners to soft mounds,All life to a dream. Smells of blossom-rains,And the playful wind-whispers.Let me go, lost days. Man-made fields gleam green,Baked into false-permanence,'neath Her mournful gaze.

midland idle summer

How many summers,Drinking deep of sun and tea,Will I pass idly? The sweat on my brow,And beading on my cool glass,Call to mind - Summer! Children out at play,Their games, so loud, annoying,Maybe I'm jealous. Summer brings to mind,Nostalgia, heat, and softness,Like clever lovers. The futon is cool,The air is hot and sticky,When does Autumn … Continue reading midland idle summer →

allergies

I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.

pilgrimage through far mountains

Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.

4:44am, Monday

Breath on the window,Waiting to the last moment,It's fucking cold out.

Thank you, Atticus

His hands worked slowly,Pulling up the dark covers,Tucking me in, safe. Even winter's chill,Can do nothing in the face,Of a father's love.

maple leaves

Maple leaves mingle,With the hushed whispers of youth,Then falling, silent.