August Daybreak Light comes slowly on a foggy morning. Trees and bushes look villainous cloaked in darkness. Under a heavy weight the limbs sag with somber colors black and gray. Streetlight angels with halos…
April 20th Because that day she broke a tile the ray burned the trees the streets grew silent and I knew nothing of time of your hands of the signs that foretold the decline…
IS IT EVER SPRING ANYMORE? Outside the robins return Pecking the thawing backyard earth Like benevolent and silent jack hammers They are relentless, only pausing cautiously For sounds of human beings: banging crushing Yelling…