Seasons Of Grief

How does the owl mourn? with a parched throat it builds a nest in Summer heat. What lingers under the scent of a clove? presence of the beloved who bid farewell in Spring. Why do artillery shells burst? melancholy can make anything burst Autumn wrecks the lonely. Where is the elusive letter? it flew away

Nothing Bothers Me

Nothing bothers me.  I repeat the phrase over again as the rain cascasdes over me.  I dreamed of touching the clouds, soft and fluffly. Angelic. However, today the weather has shown its wicked side. Thunder and lightning crack havoc and I am caught between. This is the closest to god I’ll ever be. The clouds