It has been a year or so since I first started posting on a consistent basis, and I’ve settled into posting about once a week now. I’m thankful that you continue to take a few moments to read my poems. You have helped me to write more consistently and to keep creating.

Today, I am posting a few poems from the past year that readers have enjoyed the most. Thank you again for stopping by.

the cemetery bench

wind weaves through the graves
whispering names long worn
from the headstones. we visit
on anniversaries, speak in low tones,
but mostly sit, as if before a mirror,

wondering what face will appear.
how many years will these ghosts
stay with us, whispering secrets
we will only understand when light
fades giving way to brighter sight?

Walking at Night

The leaves do not fear fall,
and the fading sun
does not quarrel with the moon.

The berries on the bough
are bitter indeed, so why
do I walk in these woods

on frozen nights of shadow
when you have not been here
for a thousand years?

Prairie Fire

I remember the smoke
above the horizon,

spreading out until dusk
swallowed it whole.

People stared across
the plain, tested the wind,

wondered which way
the fire would turn.

But I was transfixed
by something invisible

attending to our sorrows.