shaken petals

I wonder why this flower stayed

When all the other's left.

It must have seen the season's change

Yet it stared down icy death.

The tender bloom is layered ore'

With fresh white misted breath.

I wonder why this flower stayed,

when all the others left?

Brown Sugar: a poem lost and found again

Pure Light Brown Sugar

Hard Packed; Cracked

Like the desert ground.

Put on your clean oatmeal,

Heavy Sweet.

Wet Ocean Sand,

Sweet instead of salt.

Molasses.

Why can't we all be pure,

Cracked and Crumbly;

The gritty stuff we spill

Across the kitchen floor?

Old Stones

Two round stones,

Weathered on river bends;

I carry in my pocket,

like two comprable friends.

Beneath the stream they softened,

Until I came at dusk;

So smooth, I tender hold them,

So soft, so frail as dust.

The warm weight in my pockets,

Is lessened like time's sand;

We pass beneath a shaded tree,

A chill enters my hand.

I walked down where the waves have walked

I walked down where the waves have walked

When the tide was very low.

I walked across the rippled sand

And saw what was below.

The ocean's footprints left behind

Were scattered down the beach.

The battered limbs of broken crabs,

The orbs of jelly fish.

I never thought the ocean vain

She never hid her face;

But the waves will come and wash away

All trace of what I saw today.