Resting Place

It was ancient, their home, tall and stately. There they stood still staring through the veil of night. Waiting, wondering and watching each taking their turn while others rested.  It was said by many, “In their dreams they sleep with the moon.” But it was of no concern for soon break of day would come.Continue reading “Resting Place”

The Nature of Things

  I drench my pillow with salty tears, as night shadows loiter – slowly lurk; till twinkling stars map promising hope.   Down woodland lane and sturdy oaks, past thick meadow spills new growth, toward endless surf and eternal sands;   all so much greater than I am. There I whisper a longing prayer; God’sContinue reading “The Nature of Things”

Dirge for a Tree

my camera’s lens captures unusual qualities scoured by flood and drought’s full vengeance a hundred trees, precious trees, now stand dying lush woodland slipped away, no longer speaks is dying why is it the present holds hand with faults of past qualities ripping with revenge, pouring payback and venting vengeance? wind whipping loose bark fromContinue reading “Dirge for a Tree”

Garden Sweat

Today, sweat is upon my brow cooled by cloudy breeze. Russian olive trees, in full bloom. wafts ancient scent in cords.   Cake-like dirt clings on my knees, joints ache from digging. While crows call, call, call… and last of cricket frogs simply sing.   Their melody is of comfort for they’ve found a mate;Continue reading “Garden Sweat”