White
slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night
slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night
a stash of acorns
squirreled away for safekeeping
in a hollow tree
–
bird feeder-
spring daffodils
seek the sun
a silver quarter
rolling between my fingers-
practice makes perfect
–
trafalgar square-
the red queen
hiding
offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows
sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay
–
a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass
seagulls hovering
wings outstretched and motionless
faced into the wind
–
sunrise-
beach sand in her
wind blown hair
unspeakable acts-
unlearned lessons of the past
repeating again
–
cattle cars-
disappear within
the gates of hell
the last white rhino-
a moment of extinction
right before our eyes
–
blood in the dirt-
a portrait with
his latest kill
flat black soulless eyes
devoid of humanity
staring back at me
–
cold city street-
trying not to see
the homeless
the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold
–
april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow