Beds and Closets

Stream the fears down your cheeks:
no monsters hide under the bed.
Scream the scares out your lungs:
no creepers wait in the closet.

Moving Sale

an old black wallet and a new leather glove,
a basket of shoes and a bin of shirts,
a clump of boxes stuffed with nothing,
and a pair of roller skates that hurt.

a bramble of cables in a briar of computers,
a heap of maps and whole lot of books,
a dump of DVDs and dash of CDs,
and everything else you'd hide in a nook.

A giggle of girls grouped around the jewelry,
A snatch of people picking over the heirlooms,
A jumble of boys huddled about the toys,
And a house emptied as well as all of its rooms.

Favorite Things

Rain on a roof top
A misty fall morn'
Sunshine glinting off dew
while sprinklers tap out a song

Icicles at midnight
The crunching of leaves
Old trees shifting their weight
with snow on their eaves

Thunder's low grumble
Lightning's splashes of noon
The sigh of the wind
The grin of the moon

The dust of the stars
on the canvas that never stops
The clouds that drift over it
and the rain on a roof top