Tromping
through woods...
When winter winds blow
hedges to and fro...
Father kissed a hushing
rainfall, the night I silenced...
Frayed endings,
mark a time...
Dancing daintily
Among azaleas aroma...
I see the bagginess under her blue eyes as...
discolor her complexion. She does not cry liquid...
Delicate fluff
pulled...
Like a wisp of wind
or scattering of leaves...
Fields of Gladiolas
march in unison...
Ripped petals screaming in pain
Overwhelmed by life's horrendous flames...
Summer
her ardent eyes...
Spiritual fingers,
they called me home...