Redwillows

oh his rowdier ghosts
nameless cowardly
surround him 
loud enough to drown out
the hissing stream
flowing now
by red
willows

the moon seems to know
as much as one could ever know
his eddy of bubbling dreams
slow current of empty meanings
blurred reflections

and in branches
leaning to the stream
a heart groans
lies alone in a basket
woven tightly by moonlight
cold breath
of a coyote
waiting
wicked
in red
willows

jpestana
12.27.18
Redwillows

Seasons

the winter of her

freezes me in time

cloaks me in fresh snow

the spring in her thaws me

blossoms freely in new born light

the summer of her warms me

heartens me on longer days

and the fall of her

the fall of her

wraps me in all color

leaves me vibrant

a season 
still waiting
wanting

for a 
name

jppestana1

seasons

12.17.2018

Time


this night is only smoke no more
sparks touch rise to become star
he feels a fraction of sky 
a yellow moon protecting
shards of broken rainbow
unearthly tears frozen in place
waiting to be collected admired
there is wonder here for all to see
maybe something more
time rolling as thunder applauds loudly
disturbs his silence for what
a cloaking mist thickly dust spreads out before him
he loses sight stumbles on a marked stone
a circle in circle round and smooth
a thought of time and
time
again

jppestana
12.4.2018
Time