Little Signs
Winter’s
sparse needles
leave branches bare
as cold nips nose
and brings on tears
but as snow falls
beauty breathes
and in each
remaining needle
a promise lives
that spring is coming
and each passing day
will bring
new life
There’s Still Time
Frustration
turns to a desire
to say
fuck it
and walk away
but I look back
and pause
think again
reconsider
and realize
it’s not as bad
as it feels…
at least
not yet.
Moments in the Light
You refuse
to let me hide away
so I try to not let
the enthusiasm
wane
and instead
step out
of the shadows
just for a bit
and try my best
to not hide
for too long
when I have
something of value
to offer
Bending Time
Where does time go
when the stillness
comes
and the world
goes quiet
and the mind follows
the ticking clock
is silent
and yet time
continues on
and when breath
resumes
an eternity has passed
in a moment
Introspection
Where…
do they come from?
The ugly feelings
the disproportionate
internal reactions
awaken and stir.
They hear derision
and soak it in
take it deep
weld it into spears
sharp and deadly
to pierce the soul.
How do the words
of one stranger
manage to outweigh
the many
that know you better?
Cantankerous
To say I’m cranky
doesn’t cover
and tolerance
soon all will discover
has been thrown out
for irritation
and vicious snapping
is such a temptation
please just let me
go to bed
and I’ll try again
tomorrow instead
Twisting the Leaf 