An Indian Summer

I hope for an Indian Summer this year Deep in the throws of autumn when I have Almost all but forgotten that day on Assateague How it felt to dive under a wave, a false baptism Of water and salt. I hope for an Indian Summer because  Just one more day, or two before the... Continue Reading →

The Wine Glass

I thought my wine glass was empty. I brought it up high I was standing on a cold concrete floor I didn’t let it fall, I threw it down with force. I sliced open my fingers As I picked up the shards To give them away. It had been able to hold onto a few... Continue Reading →

Sixteen Years

If challenges are dominating their life, they withdraw from the stage of daily struggling and turn their face to their ideas in an ideal and true world. (Aquarius ascent Pieces from Astrosofa.com) Surrounded by trees, alone, lost. You were never actually there. I am not Gretel, but I have also left no crumbs Light rays... Continue Reading →

Summer Storm

Standing on the shore, feet sunk into the sand Over the sea a summer storm approaches My legs are strong, spread, ready A flash of light in my peripheral vision The low grumble, a charge of desire quickens Cool air rushes up the beach Smoothing my worry lines Softly rustling my hair Another flash of... Continue Reading →

Mosquito Bites

Last night’s mosquito bites  Souveniers from a summer’s conversation Tingle my skin and suggest A pleasurable discomfort.  -LGF

Bad Decisions

An inexperienced rafter, I find myself Racing down an un-runnable river- Narrow passages, big waves, twists and spins My heart racing with each maneuver.  I’m drunk, laughing, proud to be reckless Fully vested in the adventure; and then An unavoidable rock My body tenses, bracing for impact And I wish I were sober, or had... Continue Reading →

Standing in one spot Patiently She waited for the wind To come Rustle her leaves, sway her Branches Sweep across her bark and Leave Before a single one of her leaves Fell -LGF

Conversations

How are you? My conversations can be typed, edited, honed A thousand times before I ever hit send. Does this make me an unreliable narrator? -LGF

To A Bird

Man has copied your wings, we long to fly You have so much of what we desire Freedom of flight, freedom of fun I am pulled down to earth by heavy thoughts. I drove down the hill, aware you were there A pack of three sitting in the road Why were you not in flight?... Continue Reading →

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