once more
the low sky fills
with gray tones
the trees seem
as dead spiders
and all waits
the coming storm
the last of winter
holding fast
the past week’s
glimpse of spring
caressed our spirits
so we’ll make use of
today
finding the summer
in our hearts
for it is not yet
outside the window
(D. James)
begin
at the end
erase
every word
remove
the thoughts
quash
the heart
obliterate
the soul
until
there is nothing
left on the page
(D James)
shorter the days
become
longer my heart
yearns for sunlight
and warmth
can we have life
without loss
and struggle
or is this all
just a matter
of how it’s seen
(D. James)
another day closes
and my heart
is elsewhere
being neither
here nor there
stumbling
from sunset
to sunset
just waiting
to board
the next plane
to you
(D. James)
to write something
of import
just once
a line
truer
than the truth
that makes
someone
think twice
pierces
their heart
it may be
in me yet
have to keep
searching
keep writing
to find that phrase
that stops the world
from spinning
if only for a moment
(D. James)
black
of night
yellow
of heart
red
of soul
white
of the coming dawn
(D. James)
