warmth
her face
inside of us
no place for cold
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No One Knows
No one really knows the face
behind the garden gates, but
she smiles when the sun holds
her gaze. Eyes of ancient wonder
sing notes of blue upon the garden.
And when the leaves of fall crown her
gold, she holds it like it’s the last
she’ll ever know. Colors die,
cold creeps in, fades her into stone.
The flowers and sun betray her light.
She becomes invisible again.
Weekly Photo Challenge: My Neighborhood
neighborhood/
I will try to see you/
with more than gray eyes/
when Spring returns
Longing for Lost
Among the bare trees and ridges
in the last days of the year,
I tried to get lost. It was nearly dark,
evening clouds covered the mountain,
covered me, pulling deeper down
past mossy fallen oaks and the stream
that sang of never returning.
I followed as each path faded,
until there was none, and no me,
just blueness and quiet, and I secretly
hoped no voices would find me to call
me back. Late, in the dark and cold,
there were voices that haunted me
back, and I shuffled return steps
with my head down, through the darkness.
I still long for lost.
I Found Your Heart Today
I found your heart today, as I walked the shore.
The sun hung low in the early winter sky; it was waiting
for me, light cast through empty branches, subdued,
whispering to me to look among the sand and stones.
And I did, though I didn’t know why. I shuffled my feet
along golden shore, listening to the songs of shore birds,
as sun touched my neck tenderly, knowing what I would find.
I stumbled, felt a tear on my cheek, and, under my hand,
the coldest stone. I lifted it up and saw your heart.
Closing my eyes, I clasped it in my hand, but it did not warm,
and the sun left us alone on the sand. Having no use
for a heart of stone, I skipped it across the water,
a poignant mirror of sky.
Talking to the Clouds 