Poem: Lament for Lost Love

In the still of the grave
Lies wilting in white
Rose petals of sadness
For my love who lives there
Wrapped in chiffon
The color of fresh snow
Like her body and just as cold

Poem: Ghazal Mask

The things we show in the masks we wear
The things we hide in the masks we wear

Tiny invisible killers fill the air
Leading to choices about the masks we wear