Autumn
Leaves torn from branches by early October’s wind
flutter about, scraping over stone and brush.
Fraying at their reddish fringes,
occasionally they stick and I swear I can see them
gasping – if only for a moment – to catch their breath
before their tortured dance continues.
I find that I am cheering for them,
invested in their plight.
I realize I am [...]
Posted at 7:27 am on November 21, 2009 | leave a comment | Filed Under: 1 | Tagged: autumn, fall | read on
J.T.B.
I wrote this after the passing of my best friend, who will always have a special place in my heart.
Tears and marble,
Incense sweeping upward to kiss
The stained glass face of God Himself,
Your life feels as present as the clothes
We wear.
Yet we are worn.
Boys no longer, we have aged – yet
too young to carry you in [...]
