Warped Splendor

Vines in spines made

of moons and tunes,
sun flower and gun powder,
many pieces of you.

Half-moon leaves
when sun flowers breathe,
wilting to starless nights,
empty thriving trees.

Here on this vine embodied
deep in my spine, moon
leaves of trees and sun
flowers weave through

the endless beauty
flourishing within you.

Haiku Series

Staring at paper
she feels so trapped inside it.
Autumn leaves blow by.

Bright lit screen fades her
in ways she never could see.
Sunlight appears dark.

Grocery lists say
do this and that till gone
while day waits to play.

Branches sing and dance.
She passes by without eyes.
They lost her to work.