Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Sand Fire

The Blood Orange Sunset
through the falling ash

In the Morning
a clear blue sky
and the smell of burning newspaper

In the Dead Zone
the embers burn silently on
like some passageway

into Hell

Monday, January 4, 2016

Persuasion and Force

The Sun scorches the leaves of the Oak
a dry reddish brown
in September
amid the wicked spectre
of the long drought

But the cynical old oak, does not shed his leaves
But waits, for the bitter passing sprinkles
of a frail mid winter storm
to shed his sylvan magic