Lonesome Stanger

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Wild-berry safer by itself.

Poison Ivy always meant to tease.

Misconstrued dam…wanton on the knee.

The natural order of things…easier to believe.

My overdone education has not hurt me none…

I can read the writing on the wall.

Walls move…and, minds do to.

Mother Nature, for certain, cannot be sued.

Indigenous mushroom.

Sumac tree with tainted leaf.

Please heed the call…

I am lonesome for you after all.

Frost and Flannel

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The clapping hollow and harrowed noise of hiking boot on a hardwood floor

The mystery surrounding a Dixie cup of corn liquor.

The lanky old man

The slamming of the improperly fit…screen door.

After all hadn’t it been her way to travel down paths unknown

Granite faces

Fallen ways of cobblestone.

So what to make of a diminished thing

Long after the spring.

So what to make of a young writer’s dilemma.

My handler submerged in her own poetic plight.

Filled with daydreams

A self-imposed creator’s right.

Year after year

I have gone to what I know to be best.

Frost farms

a meandering Raven’s charm.

Indeed my only play had been what I found.

Chasing critiques that made little sound

Bending the white off the birch

Reflecting the dog’s menace to the earth.

Those days I ran on the ray’s of innocence

as though, sunlight glow no more.

A purposeful forgotten promise

fireside with my father at the cabin door.

So, again the basking of clove and lavender has begun

Will the ache ever be done.

Yes, I took a road less traveled

And, I shall not forget all I have chance to marvel.