Poem: Winter Blanket

Snow falls in sheets
Absorbing all the sounds
Not that a word is exchanged
Between either of us
As we sit in the cold holding hands

Poem: Spring Beauty

The pink of the flowers
Matches the blush of her cheek
The azure of the heavens
Envies the blue of her eyes

Poem: Chairs Up

When the laughter goes silent
Like a bar at closing
Where the chairs are all up
The floor is swept
And it’s me and this bottle
With all the ghosts of the night

Poem: Mismatched

There is a mismatched spoon
Among the other utensils
I hate it
A single brash outlier
Among the eight siblings
All equally matched