moonlight on a wooden bridge over a dry stream
she wears a white dress…
he waits for rain
their love
miles away
hearts hear
foghorn
love is near
she spoke with her lips
and made no sound
she stopped for coffee
and saw them together…
two dark raging storms collided overhead…
he found shelter away from his heart
he is missing love
but looks only in the light
She drove her heart’s love
to a point of no return…
Parked and read a map
Eyes sing a love song
in the key of silent minor…
neither sharp nor flat
Swan geese dance by pond
Koi gather at the shoreline
Geese turn away, koi dance
Hawk’s eyes see her heart
She runs lonely and afraid
Hawk calls in the night
Young tree plays in sun
Mature tree protects cold ground
Woodcutter has eyes
man rides horse
horse knows man
man does not know himself
clear sky
ocean sand
warm bread
white wine
gentle surf
sunset picnic
autumn river
ripe apple
red wine
your lips
desert sky
cold night
still air
raindrop brushes my cheek
Writing with one hand
she pretends to pen Dear John…
He stays in her heart
Space between planets
allows movement and cycles
Child leaves room for song
If Moon pretended
to be a star that is big
Does Sun make a face?
I water the roots
Leaves shelter me from the Sun
Fruit quenches my thirst
Cold night, old man carries wood
Red dawn, wood carries old man
High sun, heads bow
Sirus rises
Venus sets
Dogs howl
warm bread
hearth fire
your eyes
Foolish man turns around, sees the same
Wise man stays still, sees the difference
harvest day
crow feeds
man gathers the leavings
“Dad, what does the letter say?”
Jimmy saw his Dad collapse in the chair. The envelope was on the floor. Tony had the letter in his hand, his arm on the chair, eyes closed.
“Dad, what’s wrong?”
Tony expected the letter sooner or later. The protests delayed it, but he knew that the builders always got their way.
“Jimmy, I have some very bad news. The builders are going to tear down our block and put up a shopping center. We have to move.”
“Where are we moving to?”
Tony thought for a few seconds about how to answer this simple question.
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Young mountain, one day
Old mountain, one hour
Sand, one step
Young girl, lilacs
Young woman, roses
Young mother, oranges
Young grandmother, lilacs
Boy asks, what is life?
Young man asks, how is life?
Father asks, why is life?
Grandfather asks, did I live a good life?
Melting candle, light
Two flowing heartbeats, dark night
Cool to the touch, dawn
Café break, meet friends
Cinnamon, chocolate, white foam
Talk, laugh, smile for now
River, man eats fish
Bones buried, memories stay
Nothing is wasted
To live in the fog
and not touch the ground or sky
is a wasted life
Teenager homework
Hides Facebook, midnight and more
Please, I’m working, Mom!
Wayne L. Miller 