Moonlight folded the letter of day into an evening verse. Clouds tumble out of the way, soon absorbed into a clear sky where crystal stars own the distance. Underfoot, there is a carpet of moisture on the grass, marked by footsteps leading there and away. Evergreens send out a crisp aroma. Dew glitters … More WATER DROPS
Mornings incense warms the day. A rising sun thirsts for heat. Dawn becomes a memory vapor. Warm catches out day as breezes push through branches, sounding like children singing. Warring heavens of blue and black shadows descend like bridges over day’s shoreline as the warm and the voices yield to tides of dusk. … More TIDES OF DUSK
The oil of dark turned quiet. The gears of dusk pulled kneeling clouds to lay their praying hands over valleys where evening oddly fits like a puzzle. The sun yields to a purple sky. Flags of death witness horizons loss of youth. A cool brush of wind closes in around. Fields accept curtains … More NIGHT ENTERS
A day fills the pages for night dreams. Songs settle into wide branches while lovers speak in whisper language. Night is blind to evil. The land is filled with stiff gray images. A jagged twisting wind circles over smooth faces. Silence holds the greatest of weight under an early sliver of moon. Dreams open the … More FOREVER GONE
Dusk rallies curtains of low level mist forming pillows of rolling fog colliding silently into trees, fences and tilted tombstones. Small noises become shadow art, twisted into what could be the errors of nature or beasts that chase us in dreams. Silence along stonewalls fosters an anxiety of thoughts; fear … More ALONE AT NIGHT
Roger Singer 