Season

Soon they
said rain
will turn
somewhere between
cloud and
ground to
snow and
my eyes
will follow
as it
slowly falls
turning Autumn
to winter

He

It’s not 
that I
but he
and when
one won’t
can I
we us
and ours
can’t be
until he
and me
do too

Highlands

Neither love 
nor madness
has logic
they both
are lost
left wandering
the highlands
like sheep
or elk
frequently sought
occasionally spotted
rarely bagged

Look

When I look
at where I
only see who
and it’s there
when I know
what it was
but the why
it was there
that I knew
that the where
was only you
when I look

Peace

If this
is peace
then I
know why
so many
people want
to get
into Heaven