24 Sunday Nov 2013
Posted in Uncategorized
We fly,
Away from terra firma, windmilling and whirling
Seeing and hearing and imbibing so little
Of Earth’s splendor and shimmering
Glory tragically being lost, lost by the
Grungy grimy hand of
The Ones, the ones with the brains.
21 Thursday Nov 2013
Posted in Introspection, Photography, Poetry
Tags
Autumn, Black and White, Brooding, Hiking, Introspection, Melancholy, Nature, Photography, Poetry, Rain, Thoughts, Water, Woods
Dull eyes, like nail-heads
Drown in sinuous streams
Dusk in November
Dappled green slug skin
Raspy leaves tangled in wind
Accordion cravings
Smell of foggy woods
Staggering in solitude
Cold heavens asperge
Wood-fire tango
Tendrils of rain punch the flames-
Broodings, vespertine
