Leaving his shell
for a passerby to claim,
a snail outfits himself in new garb.
He carries with him a home
he can fit in comfortably,
never lamenting
the burden he left behind.
Tag: burden
Bereaved
Outside my window
A gray, thunderstruck tree
Sags with bent shoulders
Bare-branched and anxiously bowed
It tilts, as if into a future
Where you might return
Memory
A quick word or a moment’s hesitation
On that rare sought visitation
Of past deeds and minor wrongs enacted
Through Time’s mirror so refracted
The gruesome monster and saint, both faces
Dwelling again in recalled joys and distastes
Yoked by the burden of a conscious being
Who sees beyond the mere seeing
RED GLADIOLA 