There is no unhappiness in a stonewall. Its industrial beauty shrugs with humility. Seasonal wars have no effect on its lines. There is nothing porous about it. The stones once buried within ancient soil are like diamonds and pearls, protecting the perimeter of its birthplace. Fortune blesses the license of its presence each day; a … More ANCIENT LINES
A lost calling. The seasons changing without notice. A misplacement of the misplaced; The Beat Generation. They were crusaders of the word; always someplace and never without cool. Shirts and shoes unrequired from San Francisco to West 46th Street. Their pain was locked in the fists of their resistance. Eyes deaf toward the average, they … More WHERE ARE THEY?
Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti. Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels There’s nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN
Years hold the pictures as youth fills in where legs ran forever; trees envied the quickness. Warm days touch the side of faces; a silent act of unconcern. Empty chairs hold the shadows several times removed; their song is a story of before. Fondness eventually waits for no one. The clock of seasons protects its … More A PATH THROUGH
The above landscape is a canvas of infinity. A place beyond reaching fingers or the roof of buildings. Curious eyes form a lifetime of dreams through telescopes. Changing seasons expose new borders and positions of the stars. They are constant. Forever appearing. Offering stability to faithful observers. A wealth of beauty can be passed on … More UP THERE
Move strong. Wise steps. A path of glory. A song on the lips. High noon. The aroma of fresh air. Long roads beckon. New towns stare at the curious. Billboards sell air time. Traffic lights hold us back. Sidewalks never wide enough. Church steeples all point. School yards wait for recess. Cars know their owners. … More OK, NOW GO
Cottages are closed. Shutters replace screens. A few toys forgotten on lawns. A fishing pole leans against. the shed. The lilac bush is asleep. Lawn chairs stacked. The porch is empty. Rose bushes covered. Mail boxes prepare for winter. Scattered leaves dot lawns and roads. A few seagulls pass quietly overhead. A stray cat wanders … More LOOKING ABOUT
IT’S COMING There’s a change developing without permission. It alters life and space. Oceans, sky, and rivers all submit to the oncoming of seasons. Summer is the briefest of children, Fading in the infancy of its beginning. Warm air and onshore breezes tease us between showers. Fall changes green into orange … More IT’S COMING
The wide boughs were a salve for the ground, a healing after a full day of sun. A shield of bark brandished its protective sword, restraining storms while shielding against time. Winds push daylight to the horizon. Night clams the forest. Flowers close. Sonorous breezes lower to a soft breath. The aroma within the air … More TIME CHANGE
There is a rent paid over oceans and mountains. An act of homage and humility in the breath of seasons where impartial acts always remember the order of respect. It’s the covering of grief. The answer to prayers. The sound of delight, though too much is just too much. It has a song. … More RESPECT
Roger Singer 