...Black Forsythia...

Tendrils of pain

creep gently down

to sleep again

corridors of numbness

In my Room

With a View

simple, subtle hues

earth and sky

aching, laced up

bones advancing, tired

a heavy feather

alongside my heart

subtle shades descending

a bronze crescendo

autumn into winter

black as forsythia

remnants of weeds

April of 1983

pale amber danger

under her branches

proving to me

to us all

can I die

a million times

and still, retain

this shallow breath