Flashes escape from clouds above Branching like skeletal limbs on a long-dead tree Reaching, grasping, aching for space Deafening drums assault the night Purple and burgundy paint the sky, Broken again by the twists and turns of light
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Dad
My entire life changed on the day that you died,I wanted to escape, go run, and just hide,But that night, I watched a gorgeous sun set,With sad, tired eyes and a face tear stained and wet. The sky was more beautiful than you ever did see,Like a sign you arranged from you to just me.Continue reading “Dad”
The Storm’s Song
Night stormsilluminatedby burstsof light. Pounding thunderlike a harsh bass chordslams the keysdemanding an audience. Rainbows deniedtheir gloryhidden in thedark. Storms whispertheir departure,crickets singto welcomethe calm. Raindrops hang,then fall,from leavesa staccato arpeggio. A distant flashreminds usof ourstrength.
The Picnic Quilt
A worn bench sits underthe magnolia tree.The garden,once abandoned,now brims with life. The couple meets at the bench.A playful grey and black dog bounds,ready for a game of disc dog.A quick bark sets the day. The soft yellow discsails across the park.The dog, stance set,leaps up,mouth open,catching the disc mid-air.He bounds back,ready for another round.Continue reading “The Picnic Quilt”
