The River

The river takes aim Sliding slickly through On its way out to sea It follows the winding path As it meanders downhill Fish along for the ride They swim valiantly against The churning waves Desperate to go upriver But forced into the slide The water is pale gray As it carries silt and sand Through … Continue reading The River

In Morning

Every morning I leave the house when the sun is just making its way up the Eastern sky, and sometimes even before that. The air is a brittle one that early, heady companion to the cool dew that has settled on the grass in the front and side yard. I jangle my key chain as … Continue reading In Morning

My December

As cold as the coldest winter chill Seeping into my haggard bones I seek fire Their January eats me alive Then February, short and swift Like a judge’s gavel Descending, then gone A loping deer in the rearview March comes marching by Left, right, left, right An uncertainty unmatched Except by mixed company An April … Continue reading My December

Snow in Summer

I remember thinking about snow in the summertime, when the days were long, hazy, and tended to blend together in an unending line that seemed to stretch out across the expanse of the entire year. But it was all a mirage, a game, a trick of the eye, because I somehow always remembered in the … Continue reading Snow in Summer