J. Andrew Lockhart
　

In The Wind

in the wind,
tops of the oak trees
sway in rhythm-
finding myself loving
things I can’t touch
　

Above Me

above me,
falling from pine branches,
brown spent needles
on my unkempt hair-
thinner each autumn
　

Hollow Smile

hollow smile
tires its best to cover
my anxiety-
sun slides over the hills
earlier and earlier
　

Driving By

driving by
a hospital, looking
at the windows-
another thankful day
from the outside
　

Ending The Day

ending the day
with a new prospective
on tomorrow-
pile of old 9 tracks
in a dusty old box

-all poems gathered at his blog, Past Tense