Yesterday's Man

Born  in the time of dirt roads

And radio news

Grew up with drive in theaters

In the back seat with Suzie Q

Returned from foreign shores

With PTSD before

PTSD was invented

Hiding from the demons

Behind booze and magic weed

Lost in love

She was wed to past mistakes

I now sit lost

In an era well past mine

Not knowing what tomorrow brings

Or understanding today

At One Time

The Cup - Adolf de Meyer (1912)

You offer from

A chalice of mystery

Alluring aroma

Shields intent 

From my soul

At one time

The fiery ego of youth

Would sip

Not now

For time has mellowed

Muting my thirst

Rain Drops

They come as a gentle touch

Or stinging needles

Driven by the wind

A warm embrace

Cutting cold

They gather as puddles

Run like little rivers

Each one a treasure

Filled with hope

The blood of life
They can wash away 

The blues of winter

Feed the bounty

Which is nature

When angered wipe away

All in its path

This prize we take for granted

Until it rains no more

Signs

The night is pitch black

A natural silence

Absolutely still

 

Settling into a creaky deck chair

I feel the wood stove heat

Wafting through the open cabin widow

 

Sipping whiskey

I hear the crack of shifting ice

Dancing through the dark

A sign

 

In the wounded light

Glowing from the old lantern

Gnats dart here and there

A sign

 

The snow under foot

Has a softness

Saturated

A sign

 

The change of seasons

Slowly creeping

Onward