The days grow colder now The wind more brusk Biting My life feels colder now Less apt toward warmth No more small, sweet, child bodies to warm me To suckle at my breast To give me purpose A place Usefulness Bellies to fill Wounds to soothe Tears to dry Laughter to hear The prime of… Continue reading One


Autumn Teardrops

It’s autumn, Papa, The contrast of morning light and shadow Feeds my soul as it hungers for Your beauty. Deep dark and glowing light… Grief and joy Standing side by side On teardrop-shaped leaves Dangling from nearby branches. The light is warm. It permeates and caresses my body and soul The shadow, too, seems more… Continue reading Autumn Teardrops