Fresh pigeons this year,
large and loud and with a plan:
Dominance or death
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
Dead trees darkened skies
Winter silhouettes invert
Sparklers in July
With easel and paints
the sun paints a sky picture
a new born rainbow.
The odd crooked tree
In society's forest
Is the living soul
Thoughts weave in and out
Cobwebs in an autumn breeze
Caught up in days past
steady rise and fall
ocean seems to be breathing
as if it's alive
Monochrome portraits
freeze precious moments long gone -
cherished memories.
damp-blackened branches
flooded woods brimming with drink
death rot sharp, blooming
Painted smile faded
Aging dolls with sightless eyes
Dusty lost to time
The catfish lies true
Swimming yet cowering still
Life is suffering
My light in the dark
You are illuminating
Full of life and love
Old cat purrs softly
Within aging, wrinkled arms.
It is Winter now.
Crickets chirp madly
Leaves brown upon thin branches
Hope lives in fair nights
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
Intensity, Break.
Fourteen years of summer nights
Riding on one word.
A ghost of the past,
Orange blossoms filigree
Florida's night air.
hummingbird hovers
over flower's sweet nectar...
lost in the moment
after life's battles
when all the hate is consumed
only hope remains
city streets buzzing
packages picked up, then dropped
bike messenger life
leaf bud and blossom
the pulse of living returns
thought word and action
Life wanes, hope dwindles,
Imprisoned by exhaustion -
No chance of parole.
The woodpecker drums
On the aging maple tree
A long lost message?
Weeping for the lost
Mourning for those who have passed
Life is so precious
mercy is reserved
for those who have kept their life -
sulking snow at dusk
A flag in the wind,
Half mast for dead soldiers still
Singing battle hymns
Contentedly watch
Determined squirrels planting
Tomorrow's forests
in winter, we sleep
tomorrow brings nourishment
our spring attunement
Bright orange bobber
bouncing, floating, and sinking
a meal, two lives, gone
To see holiness
Shining through each poor moment
Brings heaven to earth
Only the wind knows
Blowing through leaves and branches
Passages of time
Breathless leaves curling
stolen from the bending bough
no time for goodbye
Life spent wallowing
like a pig in the image
I keep of myself
A budding flower
Born of callous sunlight's eye
Bearing august fruit
deer season predawn
I pray the skill to bring death
and win forgiveness
Guilt pulls me under.
Words float up, die on my tongue.
Silent this abyss.