ghostorms

22 January 2014

 

 

Thunder

rumbles softly,

in the moment that I

fall to the temptation to reach

for ghosts.

 

Storm clouds

gather, lightning

threatens to strike me down,

retribution for disturbing

mem’ries.

 

Rainfall

cannot cleanse me,

nor chase away the ghosts

flashing in the distance, ever

closer.

 

 

sonnet XV

22 January 2014

 

 

Snow lingers, a virginal veil disguise,

whispered promises, future hopes described.

Long white flowing, threading darkness with light,

a slow processional, altar in sight.

In beauty she walks, hearts gladdened with tears,

a march, unforgetting what changes draw near.

Slumbering life, coaxed to awaken soon,

resurrection reveals an empty tomb.

But hasten not, for life, for once begun,

all things must eventually succumb.

No circle ends, the hands of Time still turn,

we live as if, but no one ever learns.

We hope for spring and pledge our love in faith,

but then we fall and winter takes its place.

 

 

the forest knows

22 January 2014

 

 

If I say the words,

and there’s no one there to hear,

I empathize with the tree.

 

After all, we both

have fallen in our own ways,

and the forest knows the truth.

 

 

scarecrow

22 January 2014

 

 

Straw-filled, brainless,

arms outstretched,

adorned in ratty, tattered otherness,

nailed, crucifix-like,

I am lifted up.

 

Sadly artificial,

drawn on face,

uninviting,

menacing demeanor,

growing things ward,

I am lifted up.

 

Bird-mocked,

three season remembrance,

thinned by rain, by wind,

I’ve watched and observed,

grown familiar,

accepted my purpose,

I am lifted up.