grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union