I can't help, but See her in the grasses On bended knee amongst the cattails. Deep in her prairie Where she went to be. ~~~ The awe of what’s invisible Content on rising, Always in the east. ~~~ Each and every Passing moment Wasting away. ~~~ She sits alone Hands pressed against her chest Swaying … Continue reading Thoughts In Death – September 20, 2019
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Each Sundown – June 24, 2019
The sunlight hits The side of the hill, Ricocheting off Tall thin grasses. ~~~ Tickling the air Between each Exhale blown. ~~~ Black metal fences shine in their glory, The whole way round. ~~~ Funny little insects Dance and bounce, Illuminated In the suns last rays. ~~~ As it falls below the horizon, Ho-hum. A … Continue reading Each Sundown – June 24, 2019
Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
The Reed – September 28, 2018
Strong and firm. Roots stretching deep into the dark, rich soil. Always feeling the weight of the world, Consumed with the swirling breath of air wrapped up around them. Tossed and twisted to other’s pleasure. The Reeds are whipped endlessly. They battle, time and time again, to stand up tall. The whirlwind synchronizes their dance, … Continue reading The Reed – September 28, 2018
