Cold — A Poem to Read in August

Breath hard and heavy, stumbling still sleepy, along old overgrown road, cutting through dark woods, tripping over logs long rotten, toward a night hidden stand lashed in marraige to old oak. The November morning grey seeps into pre-dawn gloom while sitting in the soft slow sway of my metal perch as shadow like trees stand […]

Elegy for Innocence

Once a sweet breath of light spring clear air drawn early in the morning as damp dew cool and fresh touches toes in wet Keds that run in morning fields, to evening woods so large they must not be on any map remain unexplored and mysterious Until one day Ked’s don’t fit beat, ragged and […]