Monday, September 21, 2015

September


Blushing leaves pluck from
branches, flirting after their
shadows. Fall, in love.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Dusk at Cambria


Young sun tucks little
ones in stone for a long night.
Sleep tight, trilobite

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Fall Leaves


Leaves of paper float
beneath a forgetful sun.
White nights are coming.

Centered Sol


She steals my light and
tosses tides, but she'll always
be my sister moon.


Friday, September 4, 2015

Rooted


Like fruit from an oak, 
we grow by the sepia-
soaked rings of our past