Mockingbird Etude

The mockingbird singsevery morningand afternoonand evening The light pole where he sitsthe pinnacle of our streetand the closest pointto heaven or at leastthe cloudsthe upper atmosphere Melodramatic?SureRepetitive?Yep But his skills are first chairevery instrimenta winged symphonyof April surrender inspired by Blackbird Etude by A.E. Stallings

Do they sleep?

Oak leaves curled against sub-zero tempsFlat, wet maple leaves waiting for MorpheusGod of dreamsTo bring a greener, drier reverieDo they sleep through the cold monthsHuddled and brittleIn the corners of fence linesDips in the landscapeAccepting their part In the play is complete?

In Suburbia We Are Never Alone

Where does the land end and the soul begin The thin orange line of predawn seems immortal As Sisyphus waiting for the boulder to roll Heavy with morning dew There are Tahoes, Tellurides and Tacomas I-40 all exertion Except the horizon Presenting between rooftops and red buds On 1/3 of an acre plots Petunias are […]