Best Thinning Poems

Winter frost on willow trees  
     Weeping tears of snow.  
Halos 'round the opal moon,
    ...

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When I talk to you, I'm talking to the wall -
to photos arranged across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands....

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It's so dark outside, my eyes can't distinguish where sand meets water. Somehow, dusk has come and gone, plunging the evening into darkness. 
 
But...

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Trudging under frozen starlit skies
Against stiff Winters bitter blowes...
When ambling up past frosted trees
From the wooded valley down below.

As stepping into a clearing glade,
Surround ragged...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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No blue hair or curls for me.
I’ll grow old naturally.
Hanging breasts and flattened bum,
crooked teeth and graying gum.
Sagging knees and chicken skin,
sunny spots and double...

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i Trees

A kaleidoscope cathedral rustling,
hustling life-light into every thinning limb.
Earth-emblems embalming every rogue
marauding cell in resin. Violent poppies
dripping blood-petals on never-ending war.
Wood knots are eyes,...

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While finding  myself in  season’s twilight
I see parts of life crumble amid grime of ruins,
As a  declining mind wanders to  balance
Gratified...

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I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The...

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The years have stolen details from my mind.
Your face, once clear, has faded like a print
Within an album ready to unbind
And plunder from this sadness...

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With the onset of advancing age, so I find,        
A man grows weary of all mundane talk; ...

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~Woody Wood From the Hood~

Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in,...

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Skulking between the thinning clumps 
Of tattered sedge
A balding coot despondently calls,
Scratching Blackbirds scutter deeply 
Into a Hawthorn hedge;
Whilst, creeping stealthily,
Gathering darkness onwardly crawls.

The blackened...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out...

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Resting on this oversized jagged rock
Gazing out across the vast blue sea
Waves crashing upon the stony shore
A soft mist spraying, showering me

I think... I think...

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