First Agape
Haibun Poetry I turned over my rusty red tricycle in the mud room. Then I spun the wheels. And listened to their vroom. Feeling that presence that even now I can’t name. plop...
Tagged: nature
Emerald Lake
Listening carefully through the whispers of winds and chatter of travelers. Through the calls of birds seeking a mate and footsteps on the rocks, I hear what’s underneath. A gentle ripple of water kissed...
Breakthrough
Watching cement crack Why is this so entertaining? Is it purely sensory? Listening to the chalky rubble Feeling it chunk away with my eyes. Wow – This rock of man And its ubiquitous stubbornness...
The Castle Field
I have walked here, We have discussed the most important of issues; Girls, parents, teachers. Woods flank me on three sides. Shady-quiet, they give shelter and peace. Sunlight plays on the balding grass, rummaging...
