TWISTED WIND

The wind was the change   granite against paper   shadows unfrozen running from a forbidden sleep   the faithful pray the fastest get to safety first   rational thoughts create sweat and pull out the tears   the bones of trees rattle xylophone’s into jealousy   shoes and those without step rightly with concern … More TWISTED WIND

OPEN ARMS

A great wind like the son of a hurricane stretching before landfall befell on a grand tree of long life and shadow falling into the limbs of its equal laying across its arms like a wounded soldier still full and alive but slowly bleeding   the overgrowth of the underbrush below welcomed its eventual descent … More OPEN ARMS

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

WINTER FADES

A wedge or orange waits for morning fingers   a black cat at the screen door; a pinch of salt over the shoulder   same radio songs weather changes clouds always appear   last patch of snow in the shaded corner of the shed   a few buds up high on trees thrive where sunlight … More WINTER FADES

LIMITED OFFER

    The moon dissolved over treetops   the area is remote and wild   a black night sky exposes the stars on a dark curved canopy   dreams and wishes search for the desperate   you can see the crest of the earth from here   a place deserving of only a few   … More LIMITED OFFER

LAST TIME

Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME

THE BEAUTY OF IT

A place where trees stop me a stone wall familiar the road straight then curves recognizing the respect for those who understand a moment to rest appreciating the beauty the organization of nature here under the shade pausing as if it were the last time to pass by

RUMBLING

The river is a testament to longstanding, a continuation without interruption   the river possesses beauty and strength its banks dappled with brush and half buried trees   velvet smooth water the veins of flow to the oceans heart feeds on silt from fields and ancient meadows   its motion is a voice   it … More RUMBLING

KEEP OUT

A wide meandering path leads to an abandoned great house.  An iron gate, twisted with rust, separates the perimeter of the property from the outside world. Debris of various sorts lay scattered on the weed infested lawn along with seasons of leaves and broken branches. Half buried prehistoric boulders, the other half in China, rise … More KEEP OUT

OPEN UP

There was an unwillingness of movement. A stretch like tree tops in a tempest. A few indistinguishable words slipped clumsily into the air. The visions were intangible; the ones you think you touch but fail to feel. It was a spirit dream, a celebration of aesthetics.   A temporary creation of interior thoughts like running … More OPEN UP