Melancholy of Love

Shellie Byers

The lone wind howls across the yard,
And nowhere do you greet me -
The cold earth entombs..its so hard...
To feel everything seems empty.
I can not see your face or call your name,
Endless tears sting my skin in the chilled air -
I held back a piece of your red, flowing mane,
But this grief consumes me I cannot share.

The Circle

Allen Joe Sera

Wandering aimlessly midst the dunes with not a tree in sight

nor a blade of grass

nor a flower

nor a drop of water