Wednesday, January 8, 2014

And Again, Tomorrow

If rain were desire
and my mind the clouds
I could feed the rivers, streaming,
and if the trees and grass were need, they would not be wanting
if my mouth lay still as the sidewalks and smooth ground does, we would all be drowned
But you, dry and warm,
could not know the weight of it all.
You, neatly hidden, 
could not know the rain.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Turn

Autumn was a feeling that we just couldn't shake
Autumn was a leaf holding on too tight,
And fading with the green surrounding
What it needed couldn't be seen
What it wanted was to not need
So it fell away with the will of time,
and with it so did we.