Weeds and Wildflowers

In the mysterious netherworld Sometimes black forces grip The spaces in-between, although Why should I think That they'd be any differen...

This, a December day, Trying to become winter, Layers quiet upon the countryside, A mantle over howling strife Taking over sanity, robbi...

Reflecting on the repetitions, those Carried spaces in between the Constancies of Light and dark, Effort and repose, Interstitial possibili...

Across the homelands We keep watch, We see the future coming The buffalo have now returned  They graze the grasses long in spring...

Out in the meadow the Japanese maple Burns red in November sun, slanting in low enough to uplight The lowest limbs. Red, it pierces ...

Yellow moon, Round spotlight in an Early wintery morning, Fog lifting from the Frosted fields, a Close porous mantle 'round The re...

Russet on the golden miles The swaths of bracken bronzing  Into nestled corm to sleep Amid the thistle and scrub pine Giving way to ...