Glimpse

the soft lick of breeze on sun slapped cheek like the touch of down upon cold bared skin Or like slivered sun barely breaking dark though closed blinds with chance of change or the fast fleeting flash into something greater something that is more

Feeling Conspicous

Pulling into the icy black top parking lot, I worked to stifle the irritating little tickle that I had the place wrong. Jabbing down that feeling that I had somehow looked it up incorrectly, or even confused the date, I pulled to a stop in the middle front row of park spaces.   I felt this […]

The Trail — A Poem about Enjoying Late Fall Nature

Walking in waist to shoulder Frost crowned grass standing Silent, still, and stiff the first to thaw and dry in the weak late year sun A forest within the forest On a frozen November morning Hard rutted truck tracks, Tread design clearly visible Like dinosaur footprints Serve as finely fossilized records Of slick rain soaked […]

Cold — A Poem to Read in August

Breath hard and heavy, stumbling still sleepy, along old overgrown road, cutting through dark woods, tripping over logs long rotten, toward a night hidden stand lashed in marraige to old oak. The November morning grey seeps into pre-dawn gloom while sitting in the soft slow sway of my metal perch as shadow like trees stand […]