Yellow and fuchsia claim summertime memories.
Orange leaves fall down.
Gales of madness stirThe surging seas. Poseidon’sFrown swallows me whole.
Dragonfly on my toe
Reflection like glass,unbroken, clear; until Idive and it shatters.
Pressed down, ground in dirt,Like herbs in a stone pestle.Fragrance rises up.
Early sunshine streams
over the ridge blinding me.
I pull down the shades.
The sunshine pierces
My eyes, forcing tears between
My tightly closed lids.
Snowbanks high; zero degrees Sunlight bright; it gleams Not enough to thaw your soul.
Wild vine, untamedUnrestrained, free and unnamed.The machete’s dull.
Reds and yellow hues
Scar the ground, bandaged with snow
Black is masked with white.
