...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...

...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...

...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar - a star cupped in my hands...

...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...