The Sub-Drop
The ache lives
in the hollow
at the pit
of the stomach
raw and hollow
and filled
with weeping tears
and dripping blood
as the ache
slips to tension
and sadness
slips to despair
and all I need now
is your arms
hold me together
a little longer
Looking Back
In autumn
when the corn’s
been harvested
the fields
turn green
while giant clouds
meander
like massive
floating continents
across the sky above
and cast shapes
in light and shadow
upon the distant hills
Unearthed
Gifts
from the earth
don’t just grow
from fertile soils
but form
in dark places
to create
unique universes
of minerals
caught transfixed
while singing
the earth’s song
for those that listen
for the melody
Leaning In
Your light
falls upon me
like warmth
in winter time
and rain
in the spring
and the kiss
of dappled
summer sun
through leaves
and all I can do
is lean in
and bask
under your glow
Train Spotting
Taz riding the
Burlington Northern
Santa Fe Rail
was just too good
and so much fun
he was larger
than life
hanging out there
with his tongue
hanging out
and a wicked smile
as he rides
down the rails
mile by mile.
Brief Then Gone
A little snow
is better than none
with frozen temps
and feathery frost
and tiny snowflakes
mean and sharp
they sting the skin
as they land
and in the night
it’ll freeze hard
the sidewalks slick
for half a day
until the rain comes
and melts it away
Twisting the Leaf 