Daylight Dark

Not a one comes out, now. It is daylight dark. And, night sky bright. Chill inserts my bones. Wrestles free all warmth. And, beckons my body, 'go on home.' A silence seems dangerous. But can arrive such as a beggar encouraging the traveler... 'best to go alone.'    


Letting My Impediments Loose

There is a farm, awaiting an oak to tumble and fall. I am not sure... I would have the same glorious, gall. Roughing it out, insidious and meek, hands partaking the thanks... And, the giving. Could I forbade this bulk of life and give it, allowance. Heavy husk may overcome me. And, saunter the words, … Continue reading Letting My Impediments Loose

Francis and the Garden

With the watering, came the changing, scattering of leaves. Along the line of vagrancy, came the thoughts. Mirrored images...of you. Of course, it is your time of year. Those Irish eye's laughing in the rain. Not to be overcome. Memories of you. Tears like a forest filled with dew.   A gold cross with a … Continue reading Francis and the Garden

Save All That is Red

The air swims above. Clenching onto summer's last kiss. Change is palatable. It agonizes over warmth. Fades like a sunset just missed. ≈ Self-righteous are my weathered thoughts. What will the winter bring? How soon before the thaw of next spring? ≈ What other ways be there to plunder around in the moss? Planning ahead … Continue reading Save All That is Red