Friday, July 15, 2016
Friday, January 14, 2011
Monday, November 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
School is in session
backpacks
lined up waiting
colorful sizes
signature labels
wait silent
for their owners
The Face of Passing Time
white strands lighted her once dark hair
borne over the surface of skin
wrinkles vaults of recorded time
yet
we remember all of our times times together
mostly the joy of living our daily routines
Monday, May 3, 2010
Friday, October 23, 2009
The Dark Temple of Midnight
Day is over
work done for the busy
The sun sets upon the dusty landscape.
Trudging through the fields
Sweat of the brow
Backs still bent, they walk.
A scarecrow stretches his corn stalk arms and stares
A raven caws as is his fashion
Near is the nighttime with its dark temple of midnight.
A strange fragrance blows across my nostrils
Sweet, spicy, bold
the breath of summer seeking completion
Fall descends with the orange moon.
Night warps the earth with its cloak of silence
A coverlet of sleep.
Copyright (C) 2009 desertwalker All rights reserved.
work done for the busy
The sun sets upon the dusty landscape.
Trudging through the fields
Sweat of the brow
Backs still bent, they walk.
A scarecrow stretches his corn stalk arms and stares
A raven caws as is his fashion
Near is the nighttime with its dark temple of midnight.
A strange fragrance blows across my nostrils
Sweet, spicy, bold
the breath of summer seeking completion
Fall descends with the orange moon.
Night warps the earth with its cloak of silence
A coverlet of sleep.
Copyright (C) 2009 desertwalker All rights reserved.
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