no birds, nor boar
not even a squirrel,
yet poop abounds
quiet forest
bare trees and thick carpet
decay time
mushrooms grow
in dense clusters on stumps
ringed in moss
earthen hues
far as an eye can see
but for moss green
so short the day
slantwise sunshine from
dawn to dusk
cloud fallen
resting on muddy ground
and limp dry grass
lulled to sleep
staring out a window
into the fog
faint edges
reality is swallowed
by the fog
foggy morn
black branch scribbles
in the gray
what shapes become,
edges softened and deformed,
fog monsters
lights blinking
colors bold and bright
inner child wakes
shops shuttered
hunched against frigid wind
lone soul stands
inner sanctum
a fire sparks and glows
skin flushes
a tinseled tree:
tropical dissonance
in Kuala Lumpur
pine, wood smoke,
& a vinyl bike seat
holiday scents
winter forest
light of the rising sun
passes straight through
needle litter
carpeting the forest floor
copper clean
straight trunks
standing tall and tidy
lack character
spring brings blossoms
but how can the trees trust
spring sometimes lies
the gnarled tree
stunted and deformed
stands post-storm
breezy days
cool air weaves its way
through the pines
birds abound,
passing through again,
heading home
the spring thaw
muddy ground squishes
underfoot
dripping leaves,
patter of bulbous rain;
din of spring
color bursts,
fatal assault upon
dreary days
frost on grass
early morning chill
felt through eyes
wave wall warps,
becoming tubular
surf crashes
mountains turn
to smooth, round boulders,
then to pebbles
lost ruins
a temple overgrown,
recycled
slate gray lake
will be turquoise in time
new eyes, new lake
Taken in August of 2019 at Big Almaty Lake
time may flow
but i’m tethered to now —
one feeling
masterless
puppet of infinite strings,
tied to all
music plays
and I ebb and swell
with no mind
calm & storm
harmoniously layered
in one space
chase it, and
it’s gone forever
be, and it is
sun shimmer,
flashing off the waves,
summer drifts
tall grass,
from green to tawny,
summer’s span
shady creek
between pines and pasture:
sun escape
desolate:
bare soil in clumps and clods;
sun gone mean
far thunder,
rumbling skies and rain scent:
summer storm
shore wash:
chasing, and chased by,
tiny feet
crab sand art
alien beach language
’til high tide
dark clouds.
fishing boats race
churning seas
spiked urchin
wedged amid the rocks,
step wisely
low tide
glass sea stretches to
the breakers
snowy woods
glows in the moonlight
fox tracks
silent hour
smoke, a farm nearby?
who knocks?
barren woods
morning light will pass through
night’s void
who huddles?
a roadside silhouette
hitcher? boulder?
cloud & moon
paint different homesteads
from same scene
