in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush
–
shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative
Category: Family
Nostalgia
living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were
Elders
as I walk this earth
I tread on those before me
my path paved with love
–
footsteps
your past guides
my future
Lost
a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind
–
She’s gone
before I know
it’s her
Drifting
when I’ve lost my way
the candle in your window
beckons me back home
–
wandering-
guided towards
your light
Waiting
in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you
–
in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age
Barefoot
Shards of your anger
Litter the ground around you
Keeping me at bay
Awakening
I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed
Relief
I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met
Summer
Draped on an elm bough
Branches dapple the sunlight
That warms up my cat