Heat
thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire
–
rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun
thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire
–
rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun
deck lights turning on
unexpected visitor’s
nose against the glass
–
rising smoke
camp fire
embers
the round amber moon
slides behind a silver veil
woven in the sky
–
heat lightning
revealing clouds
from within
on the autumn breeze
woodsmoke and conversations
wafting through the air
–
wetland banter
summer evening
an open window
feeling the glass give
reaching in through the mirror
to pull myself out
–
glassy water
ripples spread
across the surface
joyful innocence
unencumbered by malice
that’s yet to be learned
–
the parched forest glen
desperately awaits
the lightning
glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest
a misty red haze
growing stronger feeding on
hate, fear, and anger
–
cold rain
wolves circle
a wounded deer
hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface
tiny little lies
the mortar between the stones
of my foundation
–
morning
glistening on
silken threads