(personal photo)
raindrops chase us
inside an old bank
to a bard’s haunt
where walls hold his stories,
and guests seek his poetry
(personal photo)
raindrops chase us
inside an old bank
to a bard’s haunt
where walls hold his stories,
and guests seek his poetry
(personal photo)
each new day
begins with light in the east
to color our day,
this morning a rainbow greeted me
when I looked in your direction
(personal photo)
tall prairie grass
strands clumped together,
golden sentinels
promise dormant dreams
a green tomorrow
(personal photo)
on a riverbank
manmade gears and cogs
beneath dry snow crystals,
nature bides her time until
she torques a new direction
(personal photo)
the river flows
through a frozen landscape
where citizens sleep,
you and I run a slow pace
with icicles in our breath
(personal photo)
water flows smooth
beneath an ivory bridge
toward foreign shores
I strive to make it across
in a single leap to you
(personal photo)
red berries
dangle from red branches
with crystal drops-
nature’s display of jewels
pales next to you
(personal photo)
bent and gnarled
wizened shrubs watch passersby,
these secret keepers
wait until spring to release
beauty they can longer restrain
(personal photo)
cold metal rises
from rough barren ground
stark on the field
yet it loops to form a heart,
links our lives to something warm
(personal photo)
if you could tell me
one truth, what would it be,
beneath the red lights
and giant letters along the street;
what fact would emerge