Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Dawn is lit

Trees blur in misty air
over steely flat river
flowing in the glow
of morning's sunrise embers, mountains
grow into the graying sky


Percolating on the rocks
hissing water mutes the shocks
of branches snapping in the sun
the dawn is lit, the day begun.

Friday, August 13, 2010


Lacy strips adorning walls
of black rock cliffs: waterfalls,
chanting in their whispered hush,
harmonize with the wind wrestling
in the quiv'ring brush.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

F@&#, it's hot

      It's hot.
      Cool in the shade, I am not.
      There sure as hell's an awful lot
      of summer coming, devil's plot.