My brown cup
thirty-five years my vessel
still Secret Santa remains
unrevealed.
Monthly Archives: December 2017
One Sea Rose
Did you arrive with the tide
are you the last of your kind
did you break free from a hand
taken by the sea
Did you linger hopeful
you might be found here by me?
The Visitor
Empty chairs in the garden
no steps on the stair
stone walls silent cooling
no presence walks there.
In the distance low voices
laugh away in the wind
why don’t you stay longer
I don’t care where you’ve been.
Pencil Notes 