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
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
Along the smallest streams like those that hide at the edge of your property hidden by two fields and a swell of the ground; Along the smallest streams where waist-high grass grows right up to the water and the tallest … Continue reading Crick Fairies
This week I returned to metered poetry following a consistent rhyme scheme. I haven’t done one of these for awhile, so I wanted to exercise my poetic thinking muscles. I can normally start out with a good (to my mind) … Continue reading Capable
A lilac discarded in a stream. Abandoned, forgotten, like a dream. Too heavy to move, too fragile to last, This vibrant once-dream will fade into the past. One by one its petals will fall, be carried away To decay In … Continue reading Discarded