Change
light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun
light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun
the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun
brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed
dealing with the grief
of saying goodbye to you
for the final time
–
rest
at last
in peace
the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind
–
a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy
no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready
unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo
–
labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice
the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink
–
false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest
the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders
–
adrift
on a sea
of imagination
a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods
–
a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits