Amber

A cry in wood and sun
of seasoned labors burnt none
Of peace: furnace-brung
of songs in grain unsung

A plea pulses to all things
slow moving through amber
A yearning dirge on the strings
A homestead heart unanswered.



Carmel haze,
How do you fare?
Gooey glow glazes to glare
to soften despair

All right, all good
A sweet treacle trickles
throughout the wood
a fitting form
found spread between shadows

Winds sift
Breathing life to leaves
but it soon leaves
leaving amber on the breeze
A warming wrap
coating like dreams