GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.
Tag Archives: Writing
Leaf Peepers
LEAF PEEPERS Audible gasp, “Oh!” Vibrant colors! Reds! Orange! Joy before the cold.
Yankee Summer
YANKEE SUMMER So scarce, fleeting here. Bursts of green; long, golden days. Warmth not long to stay.
Nocturnal
NOCTURNAL Piercing the silence, Through the open window a Howl; nature intrudes.
Wood Sprites
WOOD SPRITES Dappling sunlight. Winding, rocky path; only Alone can I hear.
Moonlight
MOONLIGHT Framed by dark, plump leaves A sliver beam casts magic, Dispelling the dark.
Wild
WILD Other rules apply, Of how you live, how you die. And yet I can hear, Sounds of distress, sounds so near Drawing me towards the wood.
Inspiration
INSPIRATION Long walk, quiet place. With only sounds of nature, Where ideas flow.
September
SEPTEMBER WHOOSH! Plunk! What was that? That noise? In the trees? Listen… Falling crab apples!
The Cardinal
THE CARDINAL Always I stop, stare That arresting deep red plume I know what is said A messenger from beyond I know not but I do hope
