The Ice Tyrant (a poem)

The Ice Tyrant

Written October 5th, 2011

The mighty trees burst into flames
Their last stand as forest warriors
Against the sweeping shadows cast by the Ice Queen
Leaves of ember rain upon the ground
And a vibrant wildfire spreads abound
Across the rolling, tumbling hills
Reaching the distant glowing horizon
The warriors crash like a firework meteor
Lighting up the world before descending into brown

(Dear Marius) Your Reality (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Your Reality

Written April 30th, 2011

The rain has ceased

The sky is blue and clear

The grass reaches high

And the birds sing without fear

Dancing from tree to tree

The world is waking up

With a long happy sigh

I can feel the warmth of your love

In the air all around

Persistent and consuming

Yet it makes not a sound

You may have left mortality

But you are still such a reality

Butterflies

Butterflies

Written April 22nd, 2011

Butterflies

I chased

As a tumble toddler

In the summer

When they fluttered by

Giggle and Stumble

Never caught one

But I always loved

To chase

Blissful Abandon

Butteflies

I miss

As an abandoned adolescent

In my abdomen

When he smiled-by

Blush and Stumble

He caught me

But it N'always lasts

In for the chase

Catch then release

Butterflies

I have

As a hopeful heartbreakee

In the air surrounding us

When he reaches out- a lie?

Flattered, I might Stumble

Will he catch me?

Possible-always last

Beyond the chase

Long Love

Seasons of the Heart (a poem)

Seasons of the Heart

Written March 30th, 2011

My lips are cold

My heart is dead

Winter has its hold

In my soul, in my head

He left me here

On my own

Abandoned in this frozen tundra

A sea of white and ice

Barefoot Day (a poem)

Barefoot Day

Written March 20th, 2011

The robins have taken wing
The squirrels come out to play
The black birds begin to sing
Today is the day

The sun shines down on the grass
All the snow melted away
Nearly dead, but free at last
Today is the day

Somewhere Between Winter and Spring (a long poem, unfinished)

Somewhere Between Winter and Spring

The rain on the windows did pelt

And thunder crashed overhead

On that dreary cold night

Somewhere between winter and spring

The streets running with snowmelt

And mud crawling with suffocated worms

I lay with covers pulled up to my head

Wide awake, filled with fright

I remember a bright lighting flash

Streaming into the glass pane

Temporarily burning my sight

And upon which it did clear

I realized in this room I was not alone

He was a tall, leering shadow

The doom of his arrival

Accented by an earsplitting thunder crash

To my bedside he began to draw near

I wanted to ask him who he was

Wanted to throw my head back and scream

But my throat was dry, my tongue too thick

My voice sewn shut with fear’s seam

I wanted to race out the door

Out into the lawn that was rain-slick

Yet my legs were numb

Seemingly rooted to the mattress forevermore