Someone started a fire in my backyard. It wasn’t obvious at first. It smoldered out of sight among the roots. It burned away the flowers’ vitality. It left in its wake the brittle brown shadows of plants. It climbed slowly, … Continue reading Fire
A lilac discarded in a stream. Abandoned, forgotten, like a dream. Too heavy to move, too fragile to last, This vibrant once-dream will fade into the past. One by one its petals will fall, be carried away To decay In … Continue reading Discarded
Staring Out A Window 