affection

when all hope seems lost

i am often at a loss

for what to say

but i hope you can

at least

take some comfort

in my hand

cradling yours

*

simplicity

i am trying to find joy

in the little things

these days

a fresh set of sheets

for example

or the still-lingering

scent of autumn rain

*

purgatory

it has been awhile

since i have seen

the sun pour its heart

through an opening of clouds

not just outside

but also within my mind

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #21