Lillian Susan Thomas Poems

The distance between you and me
As we swim in the lake
Is only our breath.
The distance between you and the sun
...

On a long day of lovemaking,
You fed me orange sections
In a morning break.
They were commas between
...

I drive home from night shift
In late summer's heat
Into daybreak like crystal
Shattering in my eyes.
...

Dust
of hay
floats
down from
...

Grave-shift workers reach Zen-like focus

That sometimes amplifies noises -
...

The
Midas
touch
of dawn
...

Growing up in Lubbock,
Child of dust storms,
There were years when all of my memories
Were shaped by wind:
...

The
locusts
have
all gone
...

Straining up the rise with heavy books
I grumble. But at the top gold sifting
Through the fleeting fog shifts the shadows
On distant hills, and I almost follow the road
...

Dreams and dreams come back to me
when I awaken with their threads
like cobwebs feathering past my face.
The visions of lost cities fade quickly,
...