YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.
NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.
WOOD SPRITES Dappling sunlight. Winding, rocky path; only Alone can I hear.
INSPIRATION Long walk, quiet place. With only sounds of nature, Where ideas flow.
SEPTEMBER WHOOSH! Plunk! What was that? That noise? In the trees? Listen… Falling crab apples!
DUSK Music in the air, Of birds singing, chattering; The day’s last encore.
NIGHT SOUNDS Night arrives with chirps, Croaks; Snapping twigs follow lone Creatures prowling. Pounce!
AUTUMN Darkness falls gently. A smoky scent in the air. Crackling leaves burn.
TWIN FLAME I sense your sadness. This I don’t believe; but still… I feel – through time, space.
RECLAIMED Eruption of blood. Dark fin, seal gone; terror in Dry, would be bathers.