“one last supermoon
paints cold naked shafts of fall…”
“her spirit whispers
to my lonely—fractured heart…”
“November’s naked autumn leaves—
me vulnerable, and blue”
“trails of time turn tender tones
light rustles in leaves”
"True courage stands tall..."
A Haiku about my Age...
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
"the forlorn scents
of late September spice..."
"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."
"my footsteps get lost
beneath drowning sands
of desolate apathy"
"above spilled bones of dead trees
she still—takes my breath away..."
"time fills blue balloons..."
"arcane
words plunge from rocks..."
"sunk in cold despair
deep in my eternal night
I hear saving light..."
A Six Word Short Story
“beneath leaves of shade
countless ancestors water
a blooming garden…”
“flames burn my safe air
and blanket my moon in blood…”
“my heart bleeds blue tears
when politicos transform
Jesus Christ’s image…”
“I learned from my years…”
“ice
gently recedes
beneath warming climates…”
