between the angels and devils

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together;

warm under covers was a founded escaped.

//

sleepless tides born to rise

fall to shore, made to die;

keep moonlit sands calling for more.

wake from a dream –

open the door;

the past came knocking.

as the candle flickers

and saw the shadows dancing above

it sends chills down a sleepless spine.

the dusty for rent sign hangs

in the blackened hallway;

questions and doubt walk hand in hand.

the fallen autumn leaves pile up

on the ground below.

the frost has come and kicked them aside.

soon the snows will cover all the sees.

//

sight sought in morning sunrise;

light was delayed

in early morning grey.

the silence of autumn frost covered

while anonymous thinking of all the listed worries gained.

coffee brew drips

as the rain drop sips.

overnight dreams that were built and seen

seep into canyon grooves

where angels and devils dance together

c. 2016 bgw

autumn leafs

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untuned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

the night beamed in the moonlit memory

as i desperately wiped off the lingering fragments away.

the frigid creek waters slowly draws in a hibernation course

as the frost kissed the bedded rock silently.

the warmth of tightly tucked sheets

found the snooze three times over.

in the bed of boughs

winter flirts.

the cold air wraps itself around me

as i stand from the bed.

i left her sleeping

as i started the shower;

i’ve been here before.

someone found me here;

and that same someone lost out

as the sun shone through the window

and burned off the chill.

flannel shirt n’ jeans

and pumpkin patches –

she wakes to me holding her.

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untoned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

the night beamed in the moonlit memory

as i desperately wipe off the lingering fragments away.

October Saturday morning farmers markets

and coffee sipping down sidewalks.

autumns deep coloured leaves of orange, red and yellow

lit through the untoned rains

of an early morning grey.

the coffee steams as it sits in the cool dawning room.

and where do we go from here?

C.2016  bgw

recovery

when i saw her tear drop fall,

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions.

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within a beating chest.

the life of our love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us.

soon as the pain that was swallowed by the stars

the moon threw itself over the sky

and made my hearts gravity heavy.

//

in my own recovery

what is right

and what is wrong?

and when i wake,

what will i see?,

will tomorrow be free?

what will my first thought be?

damned!,  be the rain that was sent

in the autumn leafs falling;

the whiskey shot comatose breakfast

covers like the first snow

and empties the memories in found shelter

in a heart it dwells where i woke

in my own recovery

//

when i saw her tear drop fall

i swore it was like a wreaking ball to my heart.

we met with all the best intentions

and yet ended with static interruptions

i felt my throat choked up

as the pain sunk well within my chest.

the life of the love

was overshadowed by a distant looming break up,

coloured of busted up blue and shone in crumbled mountainous hiccups –

the sunrise fades way from us

c. 2016 bgw