Mary Hohlman

 

old desk

the love letters

she never sent

 

crescent moon

I trace the outline

of my broken dreams

 

scrambling for the last drop of crumbs lost lover

 

 

 

autumn night

gull cry and moonlight

ripple…

 

 

evening breeze-

the simple song

of a wind chime

 

mountain rain

the steady grey

I see in her eyes

 

fallen petals

so alive

in moonlight

 

night wind-

spilling secrets

from long ago

 

collage the many facets of her wildflowers

 

 

 

summer afternoon

running forever

ocean breeze

 

summer night

a crescent moon's smile

wider then mine

 

mountain trail

fallen leaves still alive

with sunset

 

cicada song

I change

my perspective

 

misty afternoon

hint of wisteria

kissing her neck