The Last of the Wildflowers

The Last of the Wildflowers 
By Julie Gengo

The last of the wildflowers
Sway in fog infused wind
Brown branches sit in solace
Once covered with color 
And kissed by light
Now standing in nakedness
Out of sadness comes rest

Actual Cafe

Reverberating sounds echo off abstract art
Blue light haunts
quieting conversations

Light Box

Wine shimmers 
under boxed light
gently placed above 
the ledge

Fingers

whimsical fingers from night sky
ease through trees
and windows
children sleep 
amidst toys and cats
passing peace into dreams.....

Patterns

Patterns of my DNA
floating in the river
and on the dress 
in the window 
once worn by someone else

Eucalyptus

Eucalyptus shedding skin
like tears from past loves
sliding into indifference
Open and bare
Surrendering to the unknown

Hope

Nice message in a box
Hanging on by strings
Reversing the flow of NOs 
Rough surface touches skin