Deep Leaves

Stretch into a quiet
that mimics the fog
do not let your eyes be seen
let the damp settle around you
and draw in your scent
sink into the deep leaves
and let the runners pass

Twins

Some steps must be taken
though the path is faint and lost to weather
you follow by intuition
and heart and soul
sisters twined
can never be unraveled

My Novembers

Pedestrian is the perfect term for the passers by
as they glance through the glass of the door
my companion keeps her thoughts close
as I share my Novembers poem by poem
age and youth are often at odds
yet find strength in their difference
then again broken locks are forever useless
the secrets they reveal forever turn in the wind
if parallel roads can have different destinations
they are still linked by the neutral ground between them
she hears my poems and perhaps wonders who I am
I read my poems and realize
our buried dreams have a way of working to the surface
reminding us we are not who we want to be