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
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
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
Roger Singer 