Marc G. Auber

Clouds keep kissing peaks.
But the chill is still bitter.
Though trees cringe, they rest.... more »

Sunset in a gorge -
testament to clear mornings.
Lonely pines atop.... more »

Twelve miners must fade.
A new year without their hands.
Last words penned amid gases.
Thousands cherish dripped tulips.... more »

Sermon on the Mount.
Jesus relaxes above.
Friends crowding the Messiah.
Prophets share my pain.... more »

My fort folded beneath a crumpled pane -
a window that envisioned truth,
which stretched far beyond all horizons.
My mind then forfeited its fathomable fervor.... more »