Wednesday, April 16, 2014

blue



too slow to rustle
through the dry
brittle bones of
old oak leaves
tiny bits of sky
reaching toward
the warming sun
        ~ Tiwago 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Detritus:


harsh gnashing season /
bones of last winter /
exhumed by spring thaw /
life feeds off of death /
cells of one being
 
                ~ Tiwago


 
 

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Sandhills



 
 
 
 
i hear a coming calling
a complex communing
i stop to raise my head
looking for the crosses
of cranes on the wing
 
               ~ Tiwago

Thursday, March 27, 2014

I Feel Spring!

 
 


I feel Spring on the wind's warm moist breath.

It whispers to the ears of my tired soul.
It stirs up the cooling embers of hope.
It blows away the ashes of depression.

I feel Spring's strong hand upon my shoulder.


 ~ Tiwago


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Kairos:



I write as water flows -
Until all words dry up.
 
There I abide in dust -
Until my vessel refills.
 
                ~ Tiwago

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Baby Love -




She smiles,
and my heart,
is captured.
 
She squeals,
and my soul,
is untethered.
 
She hugs,
and my mind,
is soothed.
 
She kisses,
and my light,
becomes brighter.
 
She speaks,
and my will,
becomes hers.
 
She pokes
me in the eye,
and I smile!
 
 
    ~ Tiwago