The Blooms of October

A curt, little wind

cuts abruptly

stabs full through

heavy handed despair

sitting here

waiting for the sun

to throw off harsh

shadow bleakness

sift through

that broken hourglass

laden with memories

to breathe

and breathe freely

cast down

a silver thread of hope

perhaps a golden loop

to catch remnants of

sparkling shreds

broken bonds

now come together

then are lost at once

while gazing at

the moonflower vine

hanging heavy

on the porch lattice

Correspondence

Old letters

sometimes fall out

as if sifted from

the center of time itself

words stare back

from slanted sentences

uttered by strangers

from afar

sitting solo silently

listening to hear

faint sounds

from a phantom voice

those words evoke

an evolution of memories

that transgressed

before tidal waves

of anguish

washed over

broken promises

then empty hours

crashed down

and rendered

those words

helpless