Stood Humble

‘Heed the screams.’

Flee the fall.

The spindly woods, tell all.

 

At first sight,

I had been blissfully, unaware.

Then within a moment’s hesitation,

one lone oak became a pair.

For miles, the blistering winds had admonished an earthy speech…

in my muffled ear.

Without understanding,

I only listened for the cautions they longed for me to hear.

 

All surrounding sounds and, alike,

its scenarios…stumble.

While my wishes were the wind-swept tress…

The ground rumbled…stay humble.

Apples in the Snow

 

“Catastrophic and immobile.  Delicate and nomadic.  Impaled in blue hue.  Red distended light.  Black shafts that invade plight.  White shards that lay pictured in radiance.  Reflections grazing in the slide show of my mind.  Elemental homage to photos of time.”

Conscientious Observer

I walk a foreboding country lane, as a conscientious observer.

The mystery of souls looming ever so close.

Behind moss capped tree trunks

and…

snuggled beneath peeled birch bark.

A party of three, the dogs and I.

Interpret nothing…only stillness catches our eye.

To capture moments such as these; an attempt to recall a dream.

And, though the harvest is sweet…

to come back daily, my only sense of relief.

Handmade Coward

I am a handmade coward not fighting hard enough.

Not loving enough.

A slow setting sun…fanciful and whimsical.

My wrists…withered branches.

My dignity, a bad dream pretending to set things right.

In the bosom of a heavy load, how do the complacent go on?

Earth tumbles below and heaven cries from above.

I turn back toward home…sadness to be shared with love.