Seasons No Regrets Poems

A Vain Word
by Michael R. Burch

Oleanders at dawn preen extravagant whorls
as I read in leaves’ Sanskrit brief moments remaining
till sunset implodes, till the moon strands...

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Two throws of tens and let the dice roll,
that some may live, and some may die,
and at death, are comforted by soul’s mantle light.

For deep...

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SECRETS AND REGRETS

years pounding by
running down the
past
like stars steering
courses
passing derelict
shores
drifting until
compasses lock on
secrets and regrets

in the grip of our
dusk
where eternity
flames
wings are clipped with
grace
toiling waves calmly
trust
benevolently
shading...

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On the day of new claimed values
Dawn was celebrated together
Abscond to a new life just to breathe
Gone are the days of your fair weather


Morning comes,...

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Just like a red tomato
My skin, it now burns bright
Two hours in the sunshine
If only it had been night

The pain is now settling in
And the...

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