Thursday, September 29, 2016

place

becoming old folks
was not in our plans my love
and yet here we are

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

wind

brushes dust through air
collecting in piles of life
we can sweep away

Saturday, September 24, 2016

fragments

of the texas sky
dance loud with hot stinging dust
watering my eyes

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

wind

builds new worlds for me
to explore every morning
walking through the yard