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