A space to share my occasional poetry with those who care to walk the edges of the creek with me. I often discover these musings tumbling along as I wander the trails. I try to capture them intact to bring home and entertain awhile. They can be delightful company!
July Dawning
The morning lays slack
After enduring
Days end to days end
Strung taught
Upon nights of
Hot restless tension
Finally the cool
Cover of night
Freed the dawn
From the rigors
Of the relentless sun
The labors
Of its inhabitants
The perpetual ask
Of sustaining things
The earth sighs
Relaxing
Releasing
Light Arising Quietly
Restoring vision
Slowly brimming over
The night’s edges
A thin horizon
Renewing the world
Blackberry season
Excuse me for a while
as I disappear
into the edge of
the woods seeking
summer’s sweet fruit
Don’t mind the scratches,
I’ll endure the pokes
to dive deep,
covered in brambles,
of momentary discomfort.
I’m searching,
selecting, tasting,
savoring the sweetness
of black gold
arriving in it’s time
It’s harvest
this moment,
a bountiful brilliance
of sun, heat and sweat
on simmering skin.
I won’t miss a morsel
filling my hands
with bursts of beauty
this present discovery,
Glory shrouded in bramble.
The Deepening
Expanse of Velvet
Stretches upward
Deep midnight
Drapes the sky
Slowly fading
Down to denim
Soft and worn
Against the edges
Of rigid mountains
Firmly standing
Dark and solid
Along the water
As it rises
A rhythm swelling
As light is swaying,
Washing away
The day with
Night’s shades
