grey thunderstorms
like the sea with no control
i couldn't hold together
the sand and the shore 

                               no more

 

 
as i sit and wait
like an apple rotting 
like a fence with no gate
flies emerge from my face

 

torrey preserve ~ mansfield, ct

white crystal snow
falls down on 
our noses
beautiful silence 
fills the air
as the crescent moon
appeared in the the sky

 

 

the sun reaches for you

                   and the sky begins to drown