Thursday, November 29, 2012

Another Day

I’m the filling in a cozy blanket sandwich,
ruthless Morning peels back the layers
and eats me plain.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Trickle Creek

Upstream a dribbling fall flowing 
beneath a green-mossed log, 
a rocky gurgle chattering beside me,
the shoooshing spill below the trail --
how many voices between 
mountain top and sea?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Cocoon Day

Grey rain veils obscure the valley
damp cold creeps in at house corners
crawls through old single panes.
Behind the iron door of it’s workshop
the blazing fire cries defiance