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




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