Sunday, January 29, 2017

Bird-Land



A nest balances on the criss-crosses

of the blackened barren branches,

etched high above the hoary grass.

Tiny shards of brittle shell buried deep,

once the nursery of three beating hearts.

Mouths tilted skyward, a cheeping chorus,

two grew strong, a smaller one crowded,

weakened, breathless.

The chicks stretched, shifted,

the mother carried worms to the pair 

as she had always done.



Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Crossing Afton



The mountain wears a cape of fog,

pulled tight across its shoulders;

its features obscured, its curves hidden,

tectonic plates collided, formed its folds.

The thick clouds hang, tears streak

like the mists of Hades.

My eyes hooded by the haze, 

I press the brakes to navigate

as the outline of my car recedes,

awed and frightened by the power

of nature's rough hands.



Friday, December 16, 2016

This Cold NIght



Into this cold night, the dogs plunge,

barking an alarm, facing the intruder.

Balanced on hind legs and a prehensile

tail, a portly trunk supports a smallish head

with tiny ebony eyes and a pointy pink snout.

Its open jaw bares fifty needlelike teeth

and it hisses with such force its whiskers vibrate,

yet its body remains a piece of garden statuary.

The hounds bay and circle; unable to dislodge

the unwanted, they retreat to the warmness

of the house and eventually they quiet.

Later, as a baby rabbit mewls, the possum

draws up the corners of its mouth, pleased

with the savory treat, on this cold night.







Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Haiku


The scent of char'd wood,

warmth by the fire, side by side,

faces framed in embers.



Friday, September 30, 2016

The woman in the moon


I missed the fullness of the moon

the other night,

Parvati's lucent eyes,

her dimpled cheeks,

her lopsided grin.




I dismissed the recent summer

into fall, not a smile or a laugh

for a quarter year, waiting,

bookended by the dogs,

attending to the lazy march

of the hands and the elongated stillness

between the ticks and the tocks.




In Parvati's waning shadow,

I forgot how to press ink

onto the page, how to stain

it with words, how to imprint

a dream.


Tuesday, September 6, 2016

undone



photograph by author




Undone
Memories sift behind closed eyes,

they dance with dreams, turn

across time.

I chase an edge,

rustle inbetween,

my voice muted,

our history edited,



I am unremembered


     

Monday, August 29, 2016

the stretch


time stretches,

it seeps into my crevices,

sates my drifting daydreams,

escapes my grasp...