Even mailboxes cry,

And become rusty with time…

Sad stories,...

Then wait for the sun

To slowly disrobe me,

Around noon? ...

Cold nights,

Deserted streets,

Time to clear the mind…

We both have many broken parts. Some days, she holds my pieces together. On others, I return the favor. For me, this is what ...

Pages from an old life.

Days long passed.

Time to say goodbye. ...

Hail landing on the skylight,

Playing nature’s melody,

A gentle tap, tap. ...

White sand.

It’s in the desert somewhere.

Close by. ...

Leafless, tangled branches…

It’s how I feel right now.

Yes, there is light, ...

Closed,

Unavailable, and

As far as you’re concerned, ...

Squeezed,

Crumpled,

Finding it hard, ...

First snow of the year,

Trees changing color,

Nature readying for rest. ...

The peer is empty,

You left on the boat,

And I’m all alone. ...

A full moon rising,

Carrying childhood memories

Of nights sleeping under the stars. ...

Patiently waiting,

Camouflaged among the leaves,

Soon to glide with the breeze. ...

There are parts of me

Hidden in darkness

Behind closed doors. ...

There’s a curve up ahead.

Sharp or gentle?

Steep or gradual? ...

Don’t let the thorns

Scare you away.

They’re on the outside. ...

This is what I’ll tell you,

Years from now,

When we’re both old: ...

Summer passed,

Autumn arrived,

And as winter nears,

Lonely log cabins,

Winding mountain roads,

Snowy nights, ...