No one

I cry for help,
In the dark,
But no one is coming.
They have gone,
They are not there.
All have left.
I am alone.

Arachne

The spider sits and weaves the finest silk
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.





special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.

Harvest moon

He glows,
Imitating Sister Sun.
Harvest Moon,
Casting midnight shadows.
Round face,
Huge, full and smiling.
The world,
Illuminated by moonlight.

Time

Time

Time moves on
Time heals
Time forgets

Time

Time to remember
Time to think
Time to regret

Time

Time that lives
Time that works
Time that neglects

Time