Dimensions Yesterday,    the leaves of autumn       were vibrant hues of          orange, yellow, red and burgundy. I wish you could have seen them, too. Today,    the fallen leaves       are brittle shades of              brown, brown, brown and brown. I wish you could mourn them, too. Tomorrow,     the trees of winter         will be skeletons for               colorful dreams and future joy. I wish you could share them, too. Sylvia Edwards Losses Sometimes the pit is so black. The splash of red rage, The flash of yellow fear, The dash of orange pain abate the terrors. Sometimes the pit is so black. Then all I can do is curl up in the depths, close out the bleak and deny the void. Some times the pit is so black. Sylvia Edwards

Tears oozing    puddles              of pain one             by one     drops                 fall releasing       anger,               anguish,    agony. as the           bitterness    seeps out                     what will       creep in?   new love            pleasure or joy?       I think I hope so. Sylvia Edwards