Seasoned
Seasoned
Less peppered~ more salted
Walk this path,
… In hand, reasons many
Moods vary
Attuned to way
Things panned out
Previous day~
stark trees
Naked debarked
in purity’s sheen, ready
to preen in fickle garb
I trudge determinedly
In shoes of varied feathers
Team player of round robin
Seasonal game of hide n seek
~
Spring Rain
Spring Rain
bracing drizzle
love’s nudge
to hibernation~
nature’s
intravenous
solution
windfall shower
for hemorrhaging
flowers
heavenly
applause
for paused
painting is by Van Gogh
Sky at Dusk
Sky at onset of dusk
daylight throttled
sun on last legs still
spinning gold
gilding trees,
house tops
while
genteel
old world
gas lampposts
ever alert
on their posts
Burning bright
aflame at mere
thoughts
of possible
romance
in the
guilt ridden
Velvety
noir
night
The Sky
Evening here falls with magic and torment. A paradox of whispers in the mouth of the sky ~Tim Buck
**
The Sky
Azure
Live
Moody
Brows unfolded
Clear headed
On days sunny
Other
Rumbling
Ornery
Perky
in glinting cape
Yolk on forehead smoking
Big bellied
With neither
Beginning nor end
Prayers
Rise towards it
From needs’ incenses
A paradox of whispers
Beeline into mouth of sky
incessant streaming
Grief swollen
Can take no more, breaking
Copious tears sheeting
Nightly primping
In starry velvet black
Disc on forehead twinkling
Symbiotically – connected
Elements’ wrought humans
Nature’s elements interacting
Tree Trunk
Tree Trunk
Standing ground
Not budging- despite
Elements’ relentless
Bludgeoning
Time ekes
Own pound
Of flesh
Tree debarks
Parent bearing
The brunt
Always shielding
Own young ones
If required
Self effacing
Merging into background
In camouflage
Unshakeable
Sturdy, staunch
Rock of ages
Venerated ancient




