Junes’ Song

Before slice of dawn… after throaty bullfrogs croak and birds begin their shrill; there is a parcel of time in which no sounds emerge out in the inky darkness of night. Over shadowy country landscapes, under the veil of bright spring morn there settles an empty, hollow stillness. And some doze, as other stir: ‘bove […]

First Snow

How dreary thorns in flesh? Russet hues in wintry light; against dismal resting earth. It’s here first snow appears; scatters crystals among trees, interrupts rioting leaves of fall. Where comes storehouses of snow? God binds them in unreachable homes; unleashing flakes at His sovereign will. A child sees first snow differently, when mossy earth is […]

The Dwelling

On mucky, cloudy days there’s poetry in my pond. From solstice to equinox; it crosses winter’s ray. Admired the woodchuck, on his groundhog’s day. Yet, the busy muskrat chases Eternal clouds away. Grassy tower stands… it stirs, shifts, and sways. Till… last of days. “As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parched […]

Two Vines

Against a crust of snow a vibrant mask appears amidst white, a welcomed plight. Trailing, twisting, turning… Bitter sweet good-byes beckoning eyes to garner; baited, bribe’s delight. Stony slopes and timber thicket… Climbing woody heights, clamber in clusters, canker or cursed blight. Value the Veracious Vine… Drink not bittersweet liquor, dulls the shrouded mind, dims […]

Dispensing Pine

The poplar, pine and paper oak stretch crowns, trunks, and branches upward pose toward the Provider. Shedding of the old … needles bumping and bouncing clutching, clinging tree crevices. Chestnut cones tumbling; skid, slip, spill, stumble down each sturdy branch. Seeds donated for another season. “And God said, “See I have given you every herb […]

Moon Creatures

I marvel at the snow mark designs, as I tromp my wooded landscape. Hoof prints precisely etched, step-by-step, deep in drifts. A pattern of an elegant waltz scattered on forest hill. Talons too mingle like confetti in powdered earth. I wonder, did they dance a Irish Jig in the middle of winter’s moonlit night? Rabbit […]