Carla Pickens

i sit here and wait
looking out above you
the sun flickers in time
and I hear patience pass me by
...

Voice of sorrow
I hear your pain
Your eyes are heavy
Your lips are strained
...

Lilac rage and yellow dot
The purple haze of filtered light
Between the blades of grass you hide
To make a perfect picture slide
...

in my circle of wilderness...
the silence of everything but the birds,
singing in the echo of the trees
The trees giggle and sashay
...