september morning

gabriel at work

the first of many dawns
where loneliness propels me out the door
seeking comfort in the roads waking to life
the horizon faded from the remants of a long night
cold steering wheel
ice obscures my view left right
the only choice is to go straight
and pray
coffee and muffin sought and bought
the heat warming my feet
and now dawn has upended her teacup
spilling pale yellow dreams and pink tulips
staining layers of clouds
the light of the world has come
more gentle that the most glorious sunset
sliding a message beneath the door to my heart
to fear not
the light has come
fear not

camellias in winter

January comes
with her long black hair
her sliding violet eyes
full of deceit
charming us with warm winds
and blooming camellias
we didn't notice
they were the color of spilled blood
yes the year comes in
hand in hand with death
that terrible playmate
leaving us with a basketful of questions
and no hankerchief for our tears.