There is a time of year in August where everything feels damp. The fabric outside is odd to the touch. Humid and heavy, Even if it is bone dry. The weight of the humidity is pressing into my ribs. Something so good, so sweet, Like August. Always ends up being too much to hold. My […]
Can one beautician work on theeAnd make thy features better still?Nay, none may yet augment and freeA greater face than what we see. For beauty showeth out in theeAkin to gorgeous our one God.Thou art yet the epitomeOf things that strike an awe in me.
Cherry Blossom boughs, Bows down to me. They say, “Hello, sweet.” Sweet is the smell of the air. Birch tree limbs shake, Shake my hand. They are gentle and shy, “Shy Sky Blue” is the color of the horizon. Oak’s branches swing, Swing to the bird’s songs with me. They know how to dance. Dance like the sun beams. Spruce blow kisses, Kisses which rest […]
Colors of autumn close in;the farm is the remainder of summer.Holding on to the final moments of green that once were,maple leaves soon turn against us;they begin to leave their red friends for the Earth. Paint peels from the house, bleached by the once daily heat.It will need to be painted blue again come spring.I […]
The flowers that sit on my desk,die when I go home. They were once effervescent, lurid, plump. The water is absorbed and the contents grow shriveled. Their beauty will forever be stored in the softness of my insides. I tear up when I see the bouquets, swiftly carried through the swinging doors,I squint in the sunlight, it is […]
Staggering wildly to the cornerThe two girls giggling in the darkYesterday on the run from the partySmall hands pressed into my ownThe room is caught in the summer’s warmthIn the linoleum walls of the church basementWith folding chairsWe dance in Sunday shoes the whole night longTo upbeat songs and the light’s buzz leavesUs cast in […]
There he lay upon the fieldWith shivered spear and broken shieldAnd armor punctured o’er his heart,Punctured by a well placed dart.Glamorous life, he lived it wellWith wine-dark drink and revel unquelled,And fame he won with war-worn hands,Leading his troops across the lands.Yes, it would approach one day:That doom what steals his breath away.He lay there […]