Sunset From My Porch

The sky is rose-tinted gold

Sliding into blue

Fading into gray.

Night creeps up,

Following the painted sky.


The air is autumn apples,

Crisp and sweet.

Overhead, birds trace a moving V

As they chase their eternal summer.

Winter creeps up,

Following the painted trees.


I know bird people,

Forever flying,

Chasing summer.


I know bear people.

Stocked up and hunkered down.

Ready to retreat and wait out the long night of winter.


I’ve been both.


This time,

This night,

This Winter,

I’m here.


I’m moving through it,

Part of it.

Ready to dance in the dark

And walk through the winter.


I know.


The sun’s coming back.


Waiting to Shine 

See me sit,

Sighing sighs deep enough to fill the skies.
A long, slow breath of melancholy .
Still, I sit .

I stand .

I walk .
Sometimes the world presses,

Crushing down to squeeze me out .


I remain .

I am coal becoming diamond
On the days when your sighs fill up the skies,

And your tears fill the oceans,

Take my hand .

I’ll sit with you,

Stand with you,

Walk with you,



Until we both shine

Things (un)Known

There are many things I do not know.


I do not know how to be perfect.

I do not know how to live up to the expectations of others.

I do not know how to tear away these scars that wrap me head to toe.

I do not know how to be other than I am.



There are few things I do know.


I do know that some love me as I am.

I do know that my flaws are forgiven.

I do know that, somehow, God has made these patchwork scars into art.



And I do know that, at the end of the day,

I’d rather¬†sing for the joy of the song

Than for the praise of the critic.