September's Snow

Listen: The snow is falling
with a whisper to the ground,
and it settles on the masses
like a cold white bra.

What do you think she whispers?
Just such a silent sound
as white sheets make caressing
with white footfall.

Autumn Hem

O Autumn beauty –

Lay on me your mountain dress

(The one hemmed in sin)

I will hold your pretty limbs

When your breathing heart begins.

Gentle Blue

I sleep in the woods

Where her spirit sounds so dear

Do you hear her too?

She is the low on each drop

The twitching eye, gentle blue.

Fallen Angel

Sometimes I feel my passion spilling

out in sobs, the way a fountain overflows.

I know I hear it, sighing as it goes, and

searching my wings – find heaven’s wound.

As drops turn to streams, and streams to stone,

the soil under my feet feels like a lost battleground,

sucking my soul down, alone, to all that has fallen,

and I sink into the dying gravity of this world.

How often have I called for the wind to dry,

if only for a day, this wasting tear –

to take my years from me, to blow my eyes clear!

But now, in love’s Fall, all I see is blue oblivion.

All I see are red leaves and Autumn’s shadow near,

THEN, she is here, falling into my arms, lips touching mine –

and as I close my eyes, I feel her wine.

Wild Breeze

It's raining on our faces through the woods

Raining on our bare hands in the leaves

That you lay on me, lightly in your moments

Freshly upon my motley colored soul!

I open the pretty pages of our novel,

That lovely fable of how yesterday we kissed

And how today, my September—

We turn with winds into a wild breeze!

Ashes

My darling

with a cigarette in

her hand

and those dark dark eyes that blur

my senses –

how she stares at me

and I stare back

and the only thing

between us that is understood

is the sadness,

that damn damn sadness,

melting through our tears,

burning in our chests,

and as I lift her chin

in my hand

and press my lips

to her white white cheek

I say from the ashes burning in my heart:

You have me.

Through The Pain

She sat in bed

with clear and black tears

running down her cheeks

and a quivering cigarette

in her mouth; after a time,

her lips found the strength

to stretch a smile.

And I thought to myself:

Sometimes my love, when

there’s so much trouble

and you don’t know why,

when no ones to blame

but earth and sky;

just listen to my voice

               and my heart,

will be through the pain.