© 2025 by Michael L. Utley
(#379)
my life
bereft of kin and ken
December trees
…..
(#380)
a whisper of hope
just enough
to tear me to pieces
…..
(#381)
these heavy skies
and the burdens they carry
dove’s cries
…..
(#382)
expectant hush
beginnings and endings
we yearn for both
…..
(#383)
don’t ask of my heart
there are dark places therein
even I fear to tread
…..
(#384)
a journey
of a thousand lies begins with
“I love you”