The Calling

He feels…
The march ‘twards sleep,
But rest won’t come tonight.
His mind does race, his thoughts take flight.
The words.

Salvaged

submerged
bulb flickers
lion whispers
clicking pen
sharpened pencil
salvaged

Deep and Vast

Deep and vast
Hemmed in darkness
Iridescent splendor

Living Lights Dance

living lights dance
under cinnamon skies—
suspended clock

Example

an oak sentinel
roots firmly
grasp the earth,
even as tempest winds
threaten.
children watch
closely