Dear Sister, My Twin
You look like he
you dress like she
yet in the mirror
you smile like me
our faces
an echo of another
yours more delicate
mine more angular
and yet
still somehow
the same
even all these years
after strollers
and matching outfits
have long gone
Fading Warmth
Frozen no more
the water flows
in swirling eddies
and dancing currents
as the chill
keeps visitors away
as dusk promises
to come to play
and the end
of the day
slips by
as skeleton trees
grasp for the last
shred of warmth
The Departure
A stranger
lies on tiles
with clammy skin
and shallow
noisy breaths
and when they stop
compressions start
as sirens wail
in the background
Will anyone mourn
the loss
of you deciding
to let go?
I will.
The Slipping Day
Stillness
breathes deep
in the quiet
of evening light
as the sun slides
towards horizons
and casts
golden hues
over the land
while clear sky
deepens
into rich shades
of flawless blue
The Trek Home
Muddy boots
on wet ground
as breath puffs
little clouds
into the air
and the scent
of decay
fills the senses
as the sun
begins to set
and shadows lengthen
to announce
day’s end
as temperatures drop
Sweet Dreams
When the day ends
and we fall into bed
with blue satin sheets
to pillow our heads
and the sandman comes
to knock us out cold
where does the world go
as we’re snoring so bold
how can we know
what possibly lies
out beyond curtains
and our closed eyes
Will the world wait
or will it move on
while we dream of sweet cream
and sugarplums
Twisting the Leaf 