a dragonfly darts
a dragonfly darts
just above the water's edge
waning summer days
Home
in the pale moonlight
in the pale moonlight
whispers of dreams being shared
and then it was now
morning has risen
morning has risen
with the greeting of the sun
what shall burn today
patterns in the dust
patterns in the dust
to be read as with tea leaves
life’s simple pleasures
a full moon rising
a full moon rising
casting shadows of grass and leaves
illumination
the silver is gone
the silver is gone
bleeding off into the night
orange moon rising
to sip on coffee
to sip on coffee
and wash away morning funk
holding still the day
it is not quite lost
it is not quite lost
the edge of invisible
but never quite found
the despair is deep
the despair is deep
settling into my bones
a need for sunshine
patiently they wait
patiently they wait
those letters spread on paper
slumbering bookshelves