Poems from Shadow Blue
For the first time
the baby ghosts
are staying up for Halloween
They've brushed their teeth
and combed their hair
They are perfectly neat...
For the first time
the baby ghosts
are staying up for Halloween
They've brushed their teeth
and combed their hair
They are perfectly neat...
Your little feet
have not yet touched
the earth
only weeks from birth
Your silk soft cheeks
I touch
so reverently
this miracle of love...
ice cracks in river
spring thaw at the Winters end
magical morning
deer in the forest
wolf watches from the shadows
life is short but sweet