POEM: Dueling Grace of the Sun

The early morning sun warms the silvery shafts of a eucalyptus to a buttery yellow.

That seems a fine bit of grace,

until I see a hawk whose brown cowl is glowing gold in the same light,
as it perches watchfully on the one corner of a dilapidated building
that receives rising rays.

POEM: The Destroyer

Mighty Fungi, the destroyer,
rending like a divorce lawyer.
There are no bonds you can’t dissolve.
It’s by your graces our world revolves.
Your rap is bad, but we all know,
the pile of stiffs would ceaseless grow,
if you weren’t breaking down the dead.

Plus, we love your work on beer and bread.

DAILY PHOTO: Green Mountains, Himachal Pradesh

Taken in June of 2015 in Great Himalayan National Park, Kullu District, Himachal Pradesh