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

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 […]

I Saw the Vasting Sky Turn Bleak

I saw the vasting sky turn bleak in minute-moments flat. So bright with sun-rayed shining streak then darkness where I sat. – I’ve seen the sky of mini minds turn light to anger so. And wondered (as one does at times) if this how we’ll go. – But I’ve known minds that turn around, walk […]

afterstorm

The sky cries that lately glowered o’er our trembling fields and shocked with shearing blasts of flashing fire. Now it streams its heart to us below. Unleashing droplet crystals small, and splashy-bright it slowly grows the life it looks upon. – – – Photo by Jonine Coetzer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/green-leaves-after-rain-8068753/

Ruby Dusk

A red ball of yarn– the kind kittens play with– sits glowing in the sky as cranes fly slowly by. – – – Photo by Pedro Figueras: https://www.pexels.com

The Stars Speak

Breath mist hangs— and whisps away. Frost grass crunches under feet. The trees point up, their ever-arrow tops aiming the sky, a tent–stretched out– of velvet blackness chill; canvas for the spark, the dot the splattered brightness lavished… a trail of shine-stream majesty flung—across the void. Worlds, and lights and sparks of sights, a thousand […]

Shower of Dreams

What happens when the sun goes downwhen satin takes the light?When little hands of darkness graspto bring the chill and night? What happens when the air gets coolwith other-worldly airsand greedy gremlins in the darksurprise you unawares? They say it’s always at the Twelk:the time when dark holds swaywhen even narcoleptics sleepand night blends with […]

Contemplation

Contemplation finds itself when moods have stormed away, and I can sit alone and grey upon a cold and cloudy day. I watch the sky slow-rotate round while I wait, lowly, on the ground. So calm when all my fire’s spent I feel the pulse where blood has went from heart to head and back […]

A Beautiful Rivalry

Kelly, sea, emerald, pine the vibrant life-green seems unshy– sage, and hunter, every shade to bandy beauties with the sky. – Blue as vivid heaven’s soul unrivaled here in realms of clouds, it sweeps election every day most popular, and bright and Loud. – But hear a word for foliage: you never notice life around […]

Fallen Sky

Oh to see the sun as once it shone in splendor glorious, ancient as the age, the regal glint reflected from on high in clouds of white: a pure and perfect stage – Oh to hear the songs that once were sung: the trilling notes of brass and wood and string— the echoes soaring skyward […]