Crescendoing cicadas reverberate in morning’s humid air. Shadows slant long across browning grass.
Tag Archives: poetry
song catcher
Trees cast their images on the side of the building like a scene from an old time picture show. Silhouettes of limbs sway, echoing the living trees across the street, where birds sing their joyous songs, notes bouncing off the wall of shadows.
revealed
from velvety black curtains of night emerge pale visions, their silken garb delicate as lace
into the night
the day’s tide sweeps outward into the depths of darkness only to return, awash with first light
tiger lilies
like wings, petals rise upward in the dance of life leaving stains, blood red
days of summer
Memories flit through panes of glass, reflecting on sunlit days of childhood.
night vision
Lit by streetlights, cracks in the road appear like maps – lines intersecting time.
in the garden
floating on a pool of rippling green she rides out the heat of the day offering a moment of cool repose to those passing by
abundance
Buds emerge one by one, their blossoms the face of summer.
swept away
Clouds move swiftly, captured by currents, invisible yet strong. Birds silence their songs.
