Empty Nest
I saw a nest at eye level in the juncture of a scrawny tree that stood alone on the bank of a stream. Lovingly made of grass and twigs and mud, its solid foundation where four thin branches diverged was … Continue reading Empty Nest
Month: March 2021
End
A forest at sunset. Time is nearly reset. Reality blurs. The inevitable occurs. The last thing I know Is the sun’s orange halo Pushing through the trees, And the only one who sees Is me. Continue reading End
Forward
The trail marches on And so will I. How else do you expect me To touch the sky? Continue reading Forward
Alone
I look to the horizon, And see nothing. Contrary to popular belief, Nothing is something. I look to the horizon, And see something. Continue reading Alone
Staring Out A Window 