The summer
sails by
swift on the wind
too fast
to hold the petalled lips.
Too hot
to absorb the days
the sun sinks.
Tag: creation
a midwinter god
darkness
our need to understand
the misunderstood
thrashes about
a moonless, midnight path
warning us to be careful with our falling words
dangerous to dwell in the cave
reality morphs into nightmares
forevermore a life balance
derelict actions swallowed up
in the abyss
a worn winter’s welcome
between the narrow path of wisdom
and the unassuming curves of knowledge.
In Bloom
Summer
a flux of flowers
colored petals swoon
sweep the frosty mind.
Upon the meadow
birds flock to feast
ripened seeds to spread
the wisdom of passing time.
Midnight Blue
The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin.
I want to experience again
the day i first met you
on display
the layers of tongue
wagging through philosophy
lifting life.
Us finding midnight blue.
Yellow Eyes
open wide sand skies
sparkles two moons of feelin’
waves of molten juice
knots: earth rests
Im tired of the blather
long to be whisked forth
where nature knows what is best.
Month in Review: B&W Style
Frida Sage or Fenny Hope? 
The first egg 
First season’s snow 20/21 
My first snowshoe walk 
Fruitlands 
Narnia 
Bare Hill Pond
Art Night
this jagged heart line
avoid the cracks midst the stones
criss cross hope to die
Before Time
one sideways glance right
was it methane burning low
ice crystals froze tight
boredom
who wants chaos?
yet we invite the virus
to our homes and schools
we beg for mercy
from "the man"
and dangle off his chest hairs
what if we changed course
kept rhyme ‘n reason the game
played straight
no cheaters under the table
left the fable in books
changed our looks
became the people
we were created to be
not bowing to fame
overrated success breeds greed
compliance with the germs
faked victim mentality
I originally wrote this in 2018. I have no recollection what prompted the words then. Today, they could be applied to Covid. Yeah, I follow society’s mask code. But not when Im out in nature, breathing in and out. I refuse the mask when I am true to who I am. Fear is nothing I subscribe to. When I pass from this realm, it will be with courage, wrapped up in my free-flowing hair.
