Honkers

Grazing, grabbing. The last bit of sun.

Before the winter dark.

Flats

Aren't always on cars.

Sometimes on walls, or in minds. You?

Dark Light

Is the essence of quiet.

Except for the sound of me, as I walk by.

Low Life

Keeping quiet.

Like all good survivors.

August Memories

Remind me of heat, and bugs.

Two things to wait another year for.

Dry

Fall brings a chill, and a crispness. Everything crackles.

We wait for the sky to decide when to drool again.

Blue

Small, tight, coolly has it made.

Always has been my single favorite shade.

Tangle

Seems complicated but is less that.

Than subtle. Like life, no?

Hope

Falls eternal. Every year about this time.

As winter death approaches.

Eternity On The Wing

If you have an exoskeleton.

Then every day is forever.

Layers

Tell us the story of tomorrow.

And of yesterday.

Red With

Extra bits.

To keep it hopping.

Happy Podly Days

Revisiting the quiet, eyeless pods.

Which nevertheless are quite aware.

Probing

By the vegetable intelligence.

Toward the light, toward life, toward you perhaps.

Mousleep

A leap too far ends in.

The permanence of sleep.