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