Wednesday, April 23, 2014

What I Can Give you

I am gnarled and weathered gray
shedding autumn after autumn
toward winter howling for spring.

But, when the air turns thick,
heavy against every breath,
lean your head against me.

I can give you shade.



Full of Crow Poetry - April 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Innuendos

The way the steeple juts
from the church top
like somebody’s zealous
overcompensation.

The way the woodstove creaks
in expansion as the fire builds inside;
the way it readies itself for stoking
and the lingering afterglow.

The way the wind presses
its finger to the lips of a dandelion bloom
just before hushing it into gentle spasms
of letting everything go.



Stoneboat Literary Journal - Spring 2014