no footstep in the hall
the dull tick of the clock
sleep but no rest
poetry
Last Words
all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams
Left Behind
the cry of someone
left behind on the path
a keening wind
Headache
sunlight crashes
into my bedroom window
headache morning
Mercy
mercy arrives
with hands to lighten a load
censure muzzled
Forest News
on the forest trail
we become big news
opinions a-twitter
Whisper
what whisper
tells the leaves its time
to let go?
