Song of the Ephemeral

August 19, 2016

Over the verdant hillock,

starry with daffodils:

empty cerulean skies

if not for a cloud,

Northerly lining aglow–



The brush caught fire too

beneath the sinking daylight

as it grew red-hot,

Heavens and Earth both consumed.


Indeed, that burning edge stillĀ flickers

while all the world around me withers.


Overlooking an Expanse

April 25, 2016

A dying vermilion sky
caught in a face

Windblown, her hair
as the fingers of that
delicate tree

In a moment
transcribed on your forehead
the sense of parting

As I sift the twilight,
finding nothing.