The sky swung on streams of light and dark Reflected in quickly moving smashed glass Sticking into tumbling tree limbs The rumbling of thunder Blowing up hope. There was no escape. The wild winds whipping through cluttered streets Blowing away… Read More ›
My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
Only to have my faith and peace trashed
And crumpled up
And thrown back on to the path.
A split second moment
That meant nothing to anyone
What a beautiful day Nice Hot Sweaty Clean fresh views Of the raspberry bush Purply red prickly swaths Of leaves And fruit And watery streams Running away from springtime