Metal for Wood

the constructs of man

the quickest of apes

arise from the ground

in arboresque shapes

betraying perhaps

sad wishes we could

return to the trees

and trade metal

for wood

–Art by me

Colors

a goblet full of blushing wine

a ripened pumpkin on the vine

the sunlight glinting off the sands

the patchwork quilt of farming lands

the azul claro overhead

the sky after the sun has fled

lilacs ooze a sweet bouquet–

we see these colors every day

our love of color never ends

we love our earth, we love our friends

Fall

the grass-fed fleet of mowers stilled

the bright red leaves of maples spilled

our chilly little town is filled

with sounds of schoolyard play

and yet my favorite part of Fall

is not the leaves nor children’s call

but just the simple fact that all

mosquitoes go away

Ice Dream

One day the sun just disappeared

We knew not where it went

And as we searched the blackened sky

Our local space unbent

The Earth was hurled into space

Our journey had begun

And so we sailed the icy void

To find another sun

And frozen deep in cryo-sleep

We slipped the cosmic stream

And one day thawed and woke to find

It all had been a dream

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a red moon rises

but soon conquers her anger

and cools to silver

Good Morning

This is the view I woke up to this morning, thought I should share it.

Sky Wolves Near

Skoll and Hati

Are gaining on

Sol and Mani

As they race

Across the sky

In gold chariots,

And soon Skoll

Will devour Sol.

Pray that Hati

Does not also

Consume Mani,

For on that day

Ragnarok will

be upon us.

 

waiting and wondering

i gaze into the depths of space

and contemplate our cosmic place;

we’ve scanned the skies for other life

and never found a single trace.

but if some day we find it, then

(it’s less like if and more like when)

at last we’ll know our rightful place

as lonely gods or slighted men.

 

–Art by me

 

lattice

in

the soft

morning light

a spider’s web glows

life and death are played out

on the shimmering sunlit lattice

and it reminds us that every

thing is temporary

and all life

is as

one

–Photo by me

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the magic show’s on

the young children start to laugh

the old dog worries