November 25, 2014

Forecast


The weather girl grieves
the passing of fall,
mouthing in sorrow
how winter comes
for us all.

She can't know
we're still warm,
even now,
under this blanket
of deepening snow,
adrift in silence
waits each sleeping soul.

Only in spring, 
when we finally awake,
will we remember
she is ours
to take.

November 22, 2014

Somehow


I heard
I was wanted,
though for what 
I can't say,
given only a simple
explanation,
as if I didn't
need to hear
any more;
just this one reason,
relayed by someone
I once knew,
repeated to me,
in a voice
without anger,
a message offered,
I was told, so someday,
somehow,
I might still
be with you.

November 19, 2014

Visitor


I arrived
without a clue,
not knowing
how families work,
like water running
over stone,
wearing it down,
smoothing each edge,
until it's gone.

You made me feel
like I belonged,
seeing how
I couldn't care
for myself,
on my own.

When the time
came to leave,
you held my hand,
said it was okay
for me to go,
so I'd forget
I'd be traveling
all alone.

November 16, 2014

Warning


They were right
about the wind,
blowing hard now,
early this morning,
well before
the sun is due.
The blinds are moving,
sometimes touching,
making love,
it's nothing new.
If I were still sleeping,
they'd fill my dreams,
it's no one's fault
what they do.
We'll fall back
into restful sleep,
wait for the sun;
it'll be here
in an hour
or two.

November 13, 2014

Lost & Found


Someone said
I'd been found,
somewhere no one
had searched before,
even though
I'd left a map,
drawn a line
showing my exact location,
just in case
anyone was still looking,
though now the lines
are old and faded,
barely legible,
unless you know
just where to look,
and exactly what
you're looking for.

November 10, 2014

Cocoon


The night's nearly over,
as we spin away 
from the moon,
safe in our cocoon
of darkness.
Your alarm
pulls me back
from my dreams.
On snooze,
it finds me again
without mercy.

Wind moves
across the patio,
our sliding door open
to the other side
of the dark,
where souls
of the departed 
are waiting,
wondering when
we will emerge
fully grown,
hungry
for a deeper silence
than the one
we have found
on our own.