there he was,
the hunched heron
on the frozen marsh,
quiet and still—
i stood and watched him
until my ears were numb,
and when i lifted my hands to warm them
he looked straight at my folly
and flew away
The Heron on a Cold Day
Tag Archives: musings
On my mind lately
fairy lights and sparrow skulls
swollen winter river strands
vintage postcards on the walls
summer lined in brick-paved bands
The Fence
exposed,
the fence’s tears
welcomed the quickening thaw
Again
i want to hear the stick snap,
see the hawk’s wings flap,
stand on a stone and let the rain
wash my spirit clean again
Horizon
we turn away,
walk away,
run away
toward the horizon in our minds
These things lately
picking pinecones in the sun
clementine peels on the counter
the smell of the air after a snow storm
frosted glass mushrooms
long feathers and green moss
hot coffee in the afternoon
glass beads in violet, blue and green
flannel coats on little puppies
worn wood and peeling paint
Green Leaves
tiny people of celtic legends
curl themselves into green leaves,
leaning toward the rays of the sun,
streaming through beveled glass panes
and distant dreams of summer days
Indifference
she undresses,
and with her soul exposed to the elements,
she lies still and frozen–
covered by thick ice and casual indifference
What Reminds Me of You
tea roses in yellow hues
delicate orange and copper beads
aquamarine waves of lapping water
mahogany mountains yawning in the distance
a spanish saffron sun
The Lonely Wind
it was in the waning afternoon,
that i walked along the river–
the wind whipping my cheeks,
stinging my eyes and holding my cold hands–
later, in the depths of a dark winter evening
it hurled itself against the glass windows,
whispering and crying for attention
spanishwoods 