The air so damp, a mild breeze, barely
Resonation between the tree’s tentacles, electric
A condensate of precarious drops, large
Falling with candor, below branch only, cadence
No signal of ice, the river racing north, nearby.
Monthly Archives: November 2016
Potential lost
Was it in a retreat, a grazed shot fired by a rightful hunter
Was it a poached attempt, an arrow
Was a parasite responsible, or other malady
His gait no more, sisters wander skittish without that watchful eye
Youth lost, hazard unknown, progress deferred until another time.
Sunlight Dancing
The constant harmony of the river’s waters, reflected sunlight dancing briskly, vaguely green and resilient leaves clingingly flutter in an unusual warm November breeze, not a cloud seen, soon stars bright above a crescent moon, mars on her shoulder.