October 2014

*CURLED LEAF FALLING**

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

when the haunting past
of flickering images
in shadows cast
no longer stalks
your dreams

can the obituary
seem to be
a means to heal
distant
memories
hardwired nailed down

you will be a plaintive
no longer
but seek solace
in images
much stronger
in a broken spirit
set free

a curled leaf
falling
slowly
touches the ground
without
making any sound

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

Autumn leaves on a tree
imitate feathers on a bird
briefly burnished
orange and brown
before lightly drifting
one by one to the ground

an art deco lamp light
shining brightly
beneath a front porch roof
is keeping good company
with the wind chimes
whose notes do lightly soothe

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitally Altered by Myself

the night plys me
as the wild rose
bittersweet & soft

touching tender
upon my soul
to pull the words
ensconced

to lay them gently
upon the page
no longer a mirage

a desert vast expanse
a dry parched
languid breath

it touches me
transformed and cool
a night breeze
to which i now dance

Image Taken From Morgue File and Digitized by Myself