Darkly Autumn Comes

The boughs bend slightly low. Clustered treefall clothes the eves. The barking dog seems far away and someone close is burning leaves. A whisk of autumn apple air, a dash of brashness bold and spare, presumptuous crow lands in the field …and looks for corn. – – – Photo by Yuri Yuhara: https://www.pexels.com

Sky Fishing

Water-Spray

They swim in briny shiny wetness catching sun-glint on their chrome, black and white, partitioned thunder glory-fear of ocean’s dome. – Spray of droplets, splashing wave-wash acro-leap of practiced skill. Arc of power, grace and wonder whapping back to sea with thrill. – Wakes of foaming in the gloaming– orcas trailing toward the west; water […]

Best Friend

Bark! You’re-here!— I’ve-never-seen- a-person—quite-like-you-before-and Bark! My favorite (tail wag) person now and hey—throw THIS—so I can… Bark! I’ll run! in circles? while you call (ooh tail!) then Jump! on you and lick your FACE till Bark! I find KAT, and speedy chase it down, find you back again, follow…… you around barrrrk bestest hooman that […]

Spockled

Spliced atop a ladder-pole taller than the tree haughty head with pointed ears looking down on me. Specked with speckles archipelago of freckles set on wobbly stilts. What planet did you leave for here? Why did you choose this weirdly sphere to be our favorite jungle deer?

Elephanti

When the elephant arrived, stomping like a wrinkled pillar, did the other animals run blaying for the hills? Or did they turn around, in pique—or mild irritation— at such a noisy customer?

Stars Also

The umph of un-fomred umphisness lay upon the nill. a vapid vacuum all unfilled a dark and dreamless void. – Silent strains, then hint of sound– floating notes of thrill; sparks of dotted light from naught harmony and trill. – Gathered up from never-grown atoms, meaning, skill: an open sear of flamishness the flash of […]

Writer Musings

Can we walk among the stars? Like children tether-free of earth,like comets burning holes through black, like little flecks of northern lights?And shall we leave our footprints on the moon?So far-off paths will shine in sunlit dust,and worlds will twirl on by without a word, and astronauts will not feel lonely.We will sing where sound was never heard,we […]

The Purpose of a Window

I am a window– only a window, hammered into wall, held between the worlds: I know the feel of sunshine and of dusty, closed off rooms. I am not stained glass, not a holiday of my own– just transparency. But if You’ll take water and soap and scrub the dirt from my face and set […]

Fall Fire

The sharpened breeze of coming night that blows (a bit) in frozen bite seems warmed (like life) beside the blaze of friendship, fire, and sparkling grace. So here I rest while colored leaves whirl down to die by living trees.