What I could have?
Could have given?
Living so high above the ground.
Golden hair, all around.
Or, perchance an ice-house.
Prize targets for my bait. 83 more words
23 hours, 27 minutes ago
How organic to yearn for love?
Then stand in its light.
Such as, searching for the sun five minutes after midnight.
More often than not, 23 more words
1 day, 23 hours ago
Without pride the first of snow arrives.
And, for the briefest of moments…
Clowning of cows
disrespecting a hard frost with their snowy beds. 36 more words
2 days, 23 hours ago
Set upon a lonesome hill
A macrame of buildings and self-will.
Adeptly placed into landscape from the vacant window sill.
Communities of back-breaking promises.
Handed down chores. 54 more words
4 days ago
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. 186 more words
5 days, 23 hours ago
Sultry subtleties, of change have surrounded the camp.
Red leaf, blue sky, old slaughterhouses…
Not a one to ask,
Just the stillness of what used to be. 64 more words
On and on, a breeze.
Endlessly, the rain.
Yet, no place leftover.
That would keep the sane.
With a hush blowing in the winds.
And, late clover, for all cares. 13 more words
1 week, 2 days ago