black bird wing beats an oscillating fan whoosh overhead twisting, the formation alights high in the pines chirps mingle with pine cone picking imitating the tinkle of tiny snapping icicles, or miniature wind chimes the flock clears a tree then … Continue reading
The chill rides on gusts slapping and snapping flags turning cheeks ruddy making ears and noses numb selling winter with gusto
Sitting, eyes shaded Chirping birds tell lies of spring Chill air tells the truth Crunching leaves, I look No undergrowth, trees barren, Ghost squirrels chasing Walking. Time dilates. As crisp leaves drift to the ground Winter can wait
Autumn colors are
one vibrant last punch before
winter’s silence comes
Plucking a small red apple off the tree She held it aloft, observing its smooth skin A soft breeze fluttered the hem of her dress In that moment, she was awake
Carpet of copper needles Columns of hardy pine Your space is impressive Still liquid pool mirrors Azure ceilings arch above You may enter in your shoes, but please obey the house rules.
On foggy mountain, I’m a mystery. Grounded, I’m the unknowing.
Yellow Daisy tufts sprout from every fissure on top the mountain One yellow daisy crushed upon the granite its error unknown When your petals drop Autumn will be upon us for now they hang tight