I tasted sorrow the night that last
rain drop fell...

I scribbled notations
and called them poetry...

I have moments,
as we all do...

Have you ever wished to freeze
time in a snowflake...

Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...

Applying mascara
upon an early dawn...

I will not write another word,
Thoughts are passing away...

I am the rise and fall of October-
Leaves will turn color, shades...

I grow in silence.
I've become that abandoned...

She was a midnight catastrophe;
her need to spin upon the pond...

I'm trying to keep her alive-
The anguish a mother consumes...

Nothing
drips faster...