Owl’s Song

Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I woke up to an owl’s songthe air speckled with frosttall, majestic trees laced in dollops of weary wintry weather. Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I, still dazed from heavy sleep, woven in layers of colorful quiltswondering, willfully curious as a catof the song’s lyrical message. Hoot, hoot, hooot, whooo;I had longed for aContinue reading “Owl’s Song”

Indian Summer

Dusk settles as dust across earthen land, as warmth seeps slowing from woodland stretched before me like a downed comforter. Come warmth, come and slip between leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as luminous sun grins across the autumn sky. Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul, tricks the body’s brisk well being; but the mindContinue reading “Indian Summer”

October’s Final Dance

My soul is still as late October’s sun glows above fingered bare branches. My heart is chilled as Autumn clings tightly to daylight. My mind wanders… as darken cornfields twist, trembling their fibrous dried stalks. Yet, happiness comes from chattering oaks dancing in November. “Let them praise His name with the dance; Let them singContinue reading “October’s Final Dance”

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”