“A Mountain Drive

We leave our worries at home
and decide instead, to go for a drive.
Anticipation traded for doubts
as the sun shines high in the valley.
Up winding roads and dirt potholes
we race between dried bushes and trees.
Tears exchanged for laughter, wonder,
we remember why
we love each other, instantly.
The smoke clears and the sun settles
to make its bed behind the hills
and we breathe in,
the colors of beauty, found.
A few others pass by, but the city is silent
from each path we wander up.
Dried flowers waver in the wind
and from the rocks
weighs in perspective
that what we need is
not to escape, but to settle in.”

“Angels

Waiting is a field of snow
that we wish would melt
for the flowers to bloom.
But for now
we’ll lie down
and make a few angels.”