the hurt gathers

the hurt gathers.
it sits in corners.
waits in stairwells.
poised to strike
the already stricken,
with vulnerabilities
far and deeply hidden.
so gather the leaves
fallen and sere
who they were
but not who they are
here.

etoiles

in their delicate gentillesse
a power that few
will ever possess.

garage eagle mountain

are we as one
or
a collection of "I's"
on this aerie together.

down

it is said one should never
look down from on high
but at times we do
if we want to fly.

walking dovestrut

when i have some place to be
some place to go
or someones needing me
i take a strut
lift up a my feet just so
my dreams will take me
(i sure hope so)

oh cry the night

oh cry the night
the gentle glow
soft scent of
remembrance.
cry the night
the light of day
too harsh to shoulder.
cry the arms of comfort
from wherever they fall.
they are the healing

open arms
of day.

pretty summer puffball

pretty summer puffball
does not pretend
nor does she worry
about when her summer
ends.
she exist as she
whatever shall be.