The october sky beckons
robin, dove and wren
pine tag, dusty hairs, warm cotton leaves,
edging about scoping the landscape
for berry, seed and mite.
As the early blink
of the sun comes up eagerly sending
mice and chipmunks into a pure frenzied rage
to gather and bind all these things
twisting and turning
— as small moles run
scattered under pine tag looking, digging.
Tiny wren find worms
fatten up their young till
the sound of duck
their shrill calls into the amber sky.
Shadows fall sharp as the glint of the moon
has been blown into the sky
full now and glowering over,
she lives inside a shell
cut off from land, sea and water.
dried up and left
brown and turned
crumpled like a fallen leaf
tossed carried through
dead ended, backed up
right back into
someone needs to open
and let the world back in.
one hand on a chair.
watch the color change.
life begins again
she starts over.
Yellow forsythia fortells spring’s secrets in its canary branches reaching out through green December holly. Winter armaments seal in their promise. Birds take quick flight-then bristle and f…
Source: January Walk
Yellow forsythia fortells spring’s secrets
in its canary branches reaching out through green
Winter armaments seal in their promise.
Birds take quick flight-then bristle and furrow
in their web of hope, while spots of florescence peek through
finding the gradient of light pleasing.
Furtive chirping from high branches avove
echo the dep hollow from ground nesters.
Crow complains from a rooftop
while wilted winter pansies drop
their black blotchy cheeks
from inside yellow bowls.
Woodpeckers deep drilling
sound like my cold bones-hollow
creaking, stiff in the frigid damp air.
I taste a tinge of mossy dirt while
treading on padded grasses.
Thrump of heartbeat-
as my shadow sways forward and back
like the new grass fronds reaching
up toward sunlight.
I flip my hair forward and breathe in the musky roots -like a forest I hide there and follow the rootline. Under dark mossy earth I escape into night shadows of my deep brown and settle safely. Har…
Source: Safe Harbor
I flip my hair forward and breathe in the musky roots
-like a forest I hide there and follow the rootline.
Under dark mossy earth I escape into night shadows
of my deep brown and settle safely.
Harboring like a refuge-there where
I could be ten or twenty.
Behind the shutters of my face, peering out unaffected.
Safe and swimming along the shore of safe house I peer out
at the ocean bounce. Framed by expectation, away from the
shadows of worry. No one can find me here- safe
in my corner away from the ocean of pain.
No one can touch me here except my dreams
as they turn the corner and dissolve back from where they came
into the night shadows-dreams never done
that I dreamed years ago.
They repeat and roll back
like waves in the ocean never subsiding
and I like a shell covered in fragile seaglass.
Lifted by ocean wave they slammed against rock until crushed and scattered. Tossed and churned out of control- edges melt into powdery, mottled, sculpted forms reflecting a subtle softer light. Hol…
Source: Finding sea glass