PARTS AND PIECES Tree Hammock I remember it was cold, burning cold. There might have been snow on the ground. The wind was blowing, I can still feel the sting against my cheeks. Over the years the picture has faded, but the feelings have remained. Finding shelter was my first priority. As a child my … Continue reading Talking to you…4/14/20
Branches, scattered Leaves, clinging Against the dull heavens ~~~ Roasted with red spice.
Terra-cotta fall. Soft and somber, Muted Until the crunch. Moving slower Drifting hand in hand No where to go, Or to be. Past turning around. Stirring my imagination, Caught, Tangled in a stare. For a split second, The reflection is clean. Can’t erase the beauty I’ve just seen.
~~~You can find me playing in the leaves~~~
Trees Blow at me. I can’t stop them, Or make them, I see them. Shaking fingers Luring me in...
A swollen old tree, Blue and Smokey. Where a knot, extended Splits into the ground. A Home, a muse. Beauty not built, But shaped by opportunity. It holds a place Living a lifetime Right off the wayside. Do you notice, Or would it pass you by?
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.