weekend afternoon

conversation stills
music in another room
Monday is too soon

I have walked through storms

I have walked through storms
rain and tears alike course down
my weatherproof skin

sunlight on rain pools
breeze ripples surface not depth
past times reflection

green grass black shadows
head shoulders contrast outlined
till first clouds appear

winter has to pass
through the frost flowers will grow
we will live in hope

magpies hop in snow
shifting Rorschach trickery
eager cat’s tail flicks

Dice tumble, bone white
Will she ask me this time, or?
Do I want her to?

I sit beside you
Your hair curtains your profile
My heart, mind, races

Early autumn gloom

Sky heavy on my shoulders

Forward, forward now

Once upon a flame
Blood-hot glances lingered slow
Until the fire died