A long day’s end began with a defiant wind; subtle at first, steadily increasing. The wrath of its swirling lay embedded within layers of strength. The air was uncertain; pulled from its middle, expanding at the sides. The sun was painted out. Shutters rattled. Garbage lids became weapons. Birds sought refuge. Leaves scattered along with … More DETERMINED FORCE
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 wind was running straight, ignoring curves and shadows and roads without shoulders. Mountains barely visible expanded the horizon as mist faded under a morning sun. The day was a schedule of untried options while stretching under a twenty four hour clock, releasing yesterday and welcoming today. There are no chances lost or … More A NEW START
Rain with feeling sounded on my head, running through my hair, dripping with random lines onto my face, like tears without reason, they course onto my shirt. The ground glistens, painted clean, each object baptized with water; the opening sound of wind builds like an orchestra warming for night. The sky soon reopens with … More A MOMENT ALONE
Wind has no face though pushes leaves and flags into submission. The sun loves not but warms like arms at journeys end. Rain has no soul yet baptizes with tears from weeping clouds. Clouds drift without weight though beat lie hammers in muscled storms. The moon floats silent pulling oceans with … More INVISABLE POWER
Highway papers scatter the road. Yesterday’s news pressed against the inside of a factory fence. The sky is rose red. The air is moist. There are no songs but the wind gusts a tune. The clouds resemble casual caring hands, resting like sleep while building silently into towers over a landscape full and willing. … More REPLENISH
There appeared a garment of haze. The confirmation of heat and long days. Café umbrellas wept over their canvas sides, softened by a dispassionate sun. No appreciable change was predicted. The curtained weather hung limply. A silken confection of clouds blossomed into mountains. Bulbous and churning they rose in silent eruption … More SILENT ERUPTION
A distant rumbling amplified the silence around me. My breathing roared within. I whispered lightly, making sure I wasn’t deaf. I held my breath and then released it into ambient stillness. The clouds possess a cotton smoothness. The leaves appear asleep, unconcerned for impending winds and rain. I feel insignificant at the bottom of this … More TEN SECONDS
We become reduced by the strength of day; it starts like honey but can turn to tar. We seek shade under the cool of willows, harmless on a rivers edge, there branches whisper as breezes slip through. Songs of riches bring us to the mountain of hope. Wealth fails to provide the joy as seasons … More BURN-OFF
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
Roger Singer 