Burst of flame, pleading A lifeless gray sky, asking To let in some light.
Tag Archives: Writing
Cycle
Look! I’ll be gone soon… Back to where I came, to sleep – Until I return.
Bandit
BANDIT Stealth steps through the night. Curious, feral and masked – At home in the dark.
Gold
GOLD Scurry draws the gaze – The Sun’s favorite among trees, Crowned in golden light.
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.
