a common mist…

life
winter’s breath
crystalized existence
cast
into
the cold air
of
tomorrow
which
all
too soon
vanishes

you’ve got mail….

postcard from the dead
read with care life’s instructions
warranties expire

a field guide to existence page_8…

whether you rise and shine
makes no difference to the sun
light will still be shared

a field guide to existence page_7…

days…empty pages
where each person’s an author
writing life’s journal

no particular place to go….

i’ve begun
to wonder
about
the way light
leans
into the sea
at the end
of the day
and
how quickly night’s
cold breath
chills even
the warmest hands
surrounding each soul
with
a primal fear
that the light
might not return
i have my own doubts
about its return
especially as i stare
into the darkness
and hear
what i imagine
is death
moving to doors
unlocked of life
i bolt my door
hoping
not to be
too late

random thoughts of life #2