Monday, June 21, 2010

leaves

(Grandpa's Garden)
high in this tree
i'm sitting pretty
looking down on
gardens he grew
full of weeds and wildflowers
nodding in the afternoon sun
the wind shakes my
branches and i'm humming
something old and dusty
into the leaves
and he leaves

midwestern afternoons full of
ice or tornadoes
landing here like clockwork
but today is
green and hushed
in a rush of beauty and smoke
i was wrong and i'm
turning, turning, falling
landing like dove feathers
or autumn leaves
and he leaves

Sunday, June 20, 2010

soldier

in another time
on another shore
he fought
and died
against the tide
that swept through
his soul
and now he wonders
where to go

he stands alone
against the bricks
feeling for his
heartbeat
but it is
quiet
and he is
lost

the timeless sounds
of mourning
dance in rays of sun
and he wakes
to find his
wounds
are gone
and he opens
his eyes
to find a hopeful
morning.

evening

The last birds of evening
Singing
The amber clouds of sunset
Glowing
The answers to their echoes
Clinging
The mountains call back
Knowing

Catching glimpses of the shadows’
Faces
And reaching for silence’s
Fingers
Deep and hollow. we fall into the
Spaces
Searching for a calm that
Lingers.