FUD
a misty red haze
growing stronger feeding on
hate, fear, and anger
–
cold rain
wolves circle
a wounded deer
a misty red haze
growing stronger feeding on
hate, fear, and anger
–
cold rain
wolves circle
a wounded deer
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface
no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready
shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky
black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard
lacy wings dry while
the husk of its former self
tumbles to the ground
–
an oak seedling
seeks purchase
in the leaf litter
as it carves an arc
the scythe knows not of the grass
or cares of its fate
–
autumn wind
swirling oak leaves
carried aloft
a cavernous void
of fears and uncertainty
filling drop by drop
–
darkening forest
a deep growl
in the distance
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle