Rain Crickets
The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.
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Lights, Camera, Lizard
Lizard leaps from stair to step poised, practiced. An adept that seems concerned lest creatures yet might see his stagecraft and forget. – – – – –
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That bird’s reflection seems to wave and wing from other worlds a ripple fold of ancient hope and crystaled good (though far away)
Read more "Reflections"In the West
Over the woodlands, swooping low, teasing of summer as they go, the winds play in trees I know. They blow to the ends from the West. And every day the wide skies call the mighty king to his mountain hall. Across the fields his footsteps fall. The sun goes home to the West. Here, the […]
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industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes down
Read more "Bee Haiku"Fear
It seems sometimes, that rabbit hides from all the ones who wish him well and only comes to look about when no one seeks to see him there
Read more "Fear"The Glasses
When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]
Read more "The Glasses"An Autumn Night
The perfect night— a soft rain serenading; the street ashine with lamp light; the leaves stretched out, lazy, on the grass; and I, quiet on the porch, sipping on delight. –
Read more "An Autumn Night"Restless
O earth—friend—how nice you look today— your soft, pink blankets spread across the sky, inviting with the gentle touch of dawn. Your brown and rusted leaves you flag-like fly, a kindred spirit calling me to stay. Do you know how much I want to stay? My whole heart withers as I step away— […]
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When Yahweh speaks and all the sky goes white, the trees stand, silhouetted in the glow; shadows melt away, replaced by snow; and darkness turns to paper in the night. When Yahweh opens up His storehouse door, the sifted shafts of slanting water spears hit the ground like spiral strands of years that mark the […]
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