From my window

The jagged rocks
all clad in white
gleam in brilliant sunlight

The mountains out my window
speak to me in silence
castles of grey in the snow

~ Mark

Melt

The snow melts
drip, drip, drip
the water falls
onto the concrete
splashes
illuminated by the sun
break the winter silence

~Mark

One Summer

a look

a glance

a nod

a dance

shy

nervous

timid

anxious

hands sweaty

gulping

eyes gaze

embrace

dancing

swaying

talking

lingering looks

long conversations

walking

phone calls

notes

sitting on grass

laughing

hugs

kiss

kiss

hearts flutter

new love

more notes

movies

longer walks

longer talks

many thoughts

sharing cassettes

evenings under moonlight

best friends

inseparable

holding hands

joy

content

happy

Summer ends

one last walk

one last talk

promise to write

downcast

saddened

one last kiss

long embrace

lingering

Sad good bye

tears

feigned stoicism

final wave

driving away

reread notes

longing

regret

remember

photos

a look

a glance


~ Mark

Solitary

a stone alone

water all around

a lone tree

surrounded by grass

the birds fly past

and pay no heed

And so am I 

at last

~ Mark

Summer as a child

Green leaves and dry August air
garage sale bikes and fishing line shared

the outskirts of town were our adventure land
we swam in the stream and played in the sand

she was tall and I was shy
she kissed me once I don't know why

we played all day and every night
we roasted hot dogs, told stories of fright

The stream is now dry and the hay fields gone
kids are grown and school is done

all that remains are memories of summer days
and a faded photograph from a long lost place

~ Mark

Icicle

Clinging

on the edge

of the roof

long

thin

clear

sharp

The sun

emerges

it falls

shatters

in pieces

on the ground

no longer

an icicle


~ Mark

The Cold City

steam wisps dance on rooftop heights

fog drifts over the river low

draping frost on trees and all

along its path

till shimmers glow in frosty light

the sun breaks through

the shadows fly

yet fog still in the valley lies

mysterious, soft, thick and deep

a shroud of white in silence keeps

still, waiting,shivering,

cold in the morning sun.

~ Mark