A Line of Cars Led by Flowers

A line of cars leave the funeral

led by one sprouting too many flowers.

Driving slowly, headlights on, ignoring the stoplight,

some passengers serious and somber, others laughing.

Hopefully, all for the same mournful reasons.





Dark Night of the Soul

moon blue tree


Forgotten in the lilies of the day

are the night’s terrors of the soul.

No mystic, not a believer, simple soul,

without divine connection, floating lightly and free,

a butterfly toiling and spinning at blooms.


Inspired by The Dark Night of the Soul  by St. John of the Cross.