Sharon Ferrante

picking my donuts the clerk calls me sugar 

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

midnight crickets getting louder my weeping 

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

wine at dusk 

my dark wings 

growing 

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

inviting dark clouds my blue morning 

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

witch’s magick 

a handful of peanuts 

quiets the crow 

—Sharon Ferrante 

Sharon Ferrante

 falling write through it all

—Sharon Ferrante

I got nothin

no train to ride

no sax in tune

no strange city

under a violet moon

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

wanting to tell you

everything

so fast—

the cactus bloom

is falling

—Sharon Ferrante

after thinking…

in the dark snipping

your white roses

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

clearing my mind

the sickle moon

pierces the pine

—Sharon Ferrante

on the last train no-one waving goldenrods

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

the desire

for aloneness

one winking star

—Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

he carves me a poem

in the oak

—woodpecker


Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

poets say

we all have a voice

on a windless night

my cat’s paw

rings the chimes

Sharon Ferrante

new moon

I reverse my jacket

to the dark side

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

still wishing—

the shiny things

in a dried up well

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

sunken ship…

the ghostly rhythm

of her violin

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

I wander off…

how lovely this moment

without purpose

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

midnight dip

how warm

the fondue

Sharon Ferrante

I get too close

then he leaves me

owl on the lamppost

Sharon Ferrante

shhhh…

says the wind

to the reeds

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

witch’s ritual

she gives a bow

to morning mist

Sharon Ferrante

burning sage

a crow cleans his wings

in the rain

Sharon Ferrante

old brooms

we talk about

our travels

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

sudden gust—

chimes tell secrets

Sharon Ferrante

I walk

on a moss laden path

deciding—

just for today

I need nothing more

Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

waning moon

the point he tries to make

fading

Sharon Ferrante

he can’t sleep

so he writes me a poem

about the cricket

in the corner

that never sleeps

Sharon Ferrante

afternoon tea

strong stories

brewing

Sharon Ferrante

a long day

I shake the regrets

from my wings


Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

a rough day

I sit down

with yesterday


Sharon Ferrante

calm night

I rest on a string

from his guitar

Sharon Ferrante

I watch you

cut through smoke

changing

a small room

with a saxophone


Sharon Ferrante

Sharon Ferrante

I watch a candle

warm itself

on my wall

I want that passion

in the yellow haze

Sharon Ferrante

I always

tell the truth—

it was me

who threw Jupiter

her little moons

Sharon Ferrante

I wonder

if I leave my cloak

in your cold forest

will it take away

your shiver?


Sharon Ferrante