Jeffrey Hanson

 

loneliness…

morning clouds

etching the blue

 

before dawn
 this darkness will rise

 

 

 

letting it

wash over me…

evening breeze

 

heartache running my fingers along
 the seam line

 

 

 

summer heat the tomato's
 red glow

 

 

 

summer breeze... what is,
 what is not

 

 

 

sunrise…

this one

I hold on to

 

new moon

the life

I did not choose

 

lone star

holding it all

together

 

garden bell

waiting to be found

waiting to be rung

 

just you and I

this early morning

full moon