Red – August 14, 2019

A funny little dance As I watch by chance Bouncing and flirting To down right deserting Spastically Slapping And taking their bows Staring out my back windows. Between each slat The branches do play The leaves maroon and cold The sun kissed tint of red, bold.

Shake – June 10, 2019

Drifting, As the cloud Passes by. The bird teetering Through the breeze. The gentle shake that comes From the leaves, Soothes the aching soul. Unopened eyes, And rambling To the melody Sung. Refuge found In everything That was, And is to come. But right now, As the clouds stand still In their place. Birds chirping … Continue reading Shake – June 10, 2019