Though Sunlight Wanes

Sure though the light that led me through the day and hastens quickly to its wint’ry bed should deign to paint the clouds like kids at play: spilling flame and orange overhead, and though the shadows gath’ring round would dance their undulating coldness as the wane of mirthful brightness turns at last askance and closes […]

Winter Birds

They fly the sky in style fletching waspish cloud, winging raven calls through quiet to nests now full and loud. – The sky’s a little fuller with ravens in the air; proof the world will go on twirling ever live and fair. – – – Photo by Lidia Stawinska on Unsplash

Country Road Walk

There’s a rhythm roar to traffic flow that’s rushing down the road. Stillness pricked by growing wind heavy on the ear that swishes into vortex speed a roaring soaring blast whipping wind as it roars past, receding faintly, quick now echoing to swishing tickle whisper . . . gone. as quiet fills the sonic holes […]

New Style

Call the leaves that left last month. Onlookers see past skeleton limbs. Long, lone trunks cast shadows at sunset… Dawn flashes from sparkling branches! – – – Photo by Olga Kovalski on Unsplash

Winter Worship

Praise to the Lord for the brown and the spare for branches devoid of their leaves, for ashling grey tree trunks all fallen and bare, for bushes blown sad in the breeze. – Praise for the sky-clouds that shadow the sun: for wintery silvery gauze, for knowing when all of the flowers are gone nature […]

Frozen Dominion

I walk across a constellation smoothed on glassy sky. Flakes of powered sugar-dust sift as I go by. – The ringing trees stand silent, watching, turtle-necked in white, trunks as straight as nature stand solemn at the sight. – On an islet splays a frost-tree rising from the ferns hoar-frost flashing sparkle gems that seem […]

The Bench by the Home

He sat upon the bench beside the home reading his paper every day, or mounded both his hands upon his cane looking lithely out upon the field. And sometimes, when I came that way he called me by my name. And every time my path would wind that way I saw him sitting there. While […]

A Tree Converses

A tree converses in a quiet way, tossing branches, arching in the spring. It greens it’s welcome, verdant home away for birds who’ve traveled, longingly on wing. – I tree in summer wears its glory light richly pleased at how it lines the cloud it stands attention, cooly tempers bright with shady silence, helpful and […]

Mourning Dove

A thump of rumpled rupture splonched upon the pane a shadow smear where feathered head collided with the traitor mirror. – It lies in crumpled feathers, struggling to move it’s wings of kaleidoscopic gleam splayed out like ruined broken things. – A rush of birding talons a hawk in beak and wing snags the […]

In Night

I thought the night would show more tame than day when working sun had gone to weary bed. But moonlit murmurs soon came out to play and whispered, wind-ing deep inside my head. – Shadows tune to different strings at night and dance macabre across the moondust sky. An ancient air, more harmony than bright […]