Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night.   Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight.   Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses.

My mare was running. Leading the herd towards me Like life could not wait Yet, they live in the moment I forget the pain I feel.  

Fall colors come late, Orange cat in the window, My heart yields to change

I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax.   Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous haired child Stares at me holding a withered Bouquet of violets and dandelions.   Take them small outstretched hands say, The taste of rotting memories Nails its way between us, Our tongues ...