Pounding down the dusty trail, far up and off away, pounding toward McLeod place. Johnny comes home today. – A year ago, the snow still clumped in mounts of melting gray. A year ago he’d worn his sword— but now he comes home—to stay. – She hardly remembered the smell of his beard. She’d kissed […]Read more "The Homecoming of Johnny McLeod"
A smile is a curve like sunrise breaking out to warm the cheeks that lately knew a straight and tight line of nonchalance that now has changed to brighten all the world. – Eyes are wells like little pools that laugh like noise without the voice and bring a wiggly- woggle warm that drive your […]Read more "Smile"
They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the seaRead more "Feather Step"
Turbulent and troubled waters, inky black the swelling ocean: bobbing up and chopping downwards as the sunlight sneaks away. Far beyond the water hillocks endless wastes of dark and deepness beckon to the weary swimmer etiolate of warming rays. – Down beneath the dipping wave splash thousand single fishes swiggle swept along by bubble currents […]Read more "Under Surface"
Shining disk of spangled sun: halo glow around a flower framed by light’s last rays– while shadows fill the ground. – Petals spark translucent bright royal purple shades: the mottled light tone’s majesty as daylight slowly fades – Creeping shadows crawl the sky: diminished sparks behind. The flower holds its beauty still though all the […]Read more "Sunset Flower"
It seems sometimes, that rabbit hides from all the ones who wish him well and only comes to look about when no one looks to see him thereRead more "Fear"
It crosses the streets like a breath, a wish of dying winter. A whisk of lateral rain splattered in drops of darkened magic. And as the misty night smoak wraps the city like a cloak a single figure whistling stalks across the open intersection, collar turned up tight; as night cats watch from up above […]Read more "Night Scene"
The promises lay like golden coins inside an ancient chest. – Because we know we always have them near, they sit. And gather dust.Read more "Any Day…"
Curling inward like the fern but brown and bent and dead. Bent within and ever in to live for self in sin – We turn in-to that we might seek a way away from outward stares or help that’s sought, to give and see a rescue path away from me – For air is hard, […]Read more "Incurvatus In Se"
I strive in perfect rest, I seek with stretched out hand and sword to hew aside my rebel loves and patient, trusting, serve my Lord.Read more "The Striving"