Posted in Art, Poetry

Flee

 

Long live the tree
inviting you to sit and dream
high above the grass
tangled branches soar
rest your back awhile.

His bark tells a story
carved names and dates
nests grossly shaped
holding naked wings
time matures, our feathered friends flee.

Posted in Poetry

Yet to be

I promise.
Weight between friends.
Regrettable and problematic
hesitation reigns.
i dance a fast dance
the slow beat embraces.
How pleading  words distract
the forgiveness of grace.
Love was oxygen
I breathed you.
Eating dessert
loosened the weight.
The irony of a heart
feeling never tasted so good.
Yet, a compassionate beginning
lies in wait.