October 7, 2007 at 9:04 am · Filed under Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
Brown leaves cascade through the air like confetti in a tickertape parade. What is it we are celebrating?
The rain falls silently, pooling at my feet. I wonder as the leaves swirl, is this just for me?
I close my eyes, breathe deep the damp air and think, Can I hold on to this just a moment longer?
I raise my hand to brush my hair out of my eyes and catch a leaf instead. Yellow, orange, and red bleeding together and the leaf feels supple, alive between my fingertips.
I stick it between the pages of the book I am reading, smiling. A moment captured.
October 1, 2007 at 12:50 pm · Filed under Longing Poems, Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
Meet me here, under the boughs of these trees. Let the leaves fall on us like rain as the wind kicks up and let the only sound be their rustling overhead and under foot. Don’t look at me with recriminations, don’t blame me for the change of seasons.
October 1, 2007 at 12:46 pm · Filed under Poetry, Ruminations, Writing
The deeper
hurt
is
not
being
lied to
It is
desperately
wanting
to
believe
that
which I
know
to be
a
lie.
Sometimes
I
break
my own heart.
