ALL SEEING

The trees see everything observing the hunter and the prey   the fox pauses, his nose sensing the air then presses on as a rabbit holds court in silence   the ground is moist, below the surface winter retains its hold   twigs lay scattered from icy winds and leaves carpet the moss providing protection … More ALL SEEING

A GENTLE END

Leaves arrange for night, the aroma of dark green stays close to the branches   crickets capture a cruel cadence   velvet breezes close the roses and day lilies   reed tops lightly rustle a sandpaper hymn   fireflies light a path to the nearest screen door flashing creative energy   everything is painted with … More A GENTLE END

A GOOD START

The soul of singing is a glorious sunshine like a sea of golden wheat tops ready for harvest as morning unfurls a heavenly glow   emerald softened leaves twist at the request of passing breezes   ground shadows from the hands of clouds cool the skin while a piece of sunshine crosses over a back … More A GOOD START

SETTLING IN

Winds circle wheat tops twisting stems into spasms like thieves running over dried leaves and dead branches   sunshine strikes window surfaces when passing clouds allow percussion’s of light to pass around dense mist   the ground thirsts for rain the blood of soil      

KINGDOM OF STARS

Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams   walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path   light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about   there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS

FURIOUS

It was a train in the sky. A thunderous ballad of unscripted percussions of warm and cold colliding; an influence without equal.  The oncoming front sounded like a thousand warriors. running hard. Leaves turned over.  Windows slammed shut.  Animals sought shelter. A sequence of distant low frequency explosions pressed the air. There is no resolve … More FURIOUS

HALF COLD, HALF HOT

From the terrace, half abandoned daylight slowly disconnects itself, yielding to a gray-crimson shade until night paints dark. Small shadowed noises sound like giants wrestling. Bats curve the air. An owl holds court on a royal top branch. Working arms of winds stretch into branches, whistling a low shudder, pulsing the ground. The moon howls … More HALF COLD, HALF HOT

PREVAILING WINDS

I was pleasantly caught under a raining of leaves while on a back road. A burst of turbulent winds stirred autumn leaves into flight, sounding like bagged rattlesnakes striking to be free. Orange-rose colored leaves abandoned by summer, touched by frost, slipped their base, tumbling randomly to the ground. The air quickly cools as prevailing … More PREVAILING WINDS

A FEW LEAVES

          Broad lines of clouds lay discarded like fallen ladders under a sky reaching into forever.   A flock of birds, specks in motion, possess the width of an open horizon; their sounds become absorbed in distance.   A few remaining brown curled leaves hold fast to gray branches; they rattle … More A FEW LEAVES