*Small Stone, January 6, 2012 …written as the flock alit, ate, then left
Two dozen warblers
Groups of five, seven and twelve
Taking flight at once
Jan 062012
Jan 062012
gloss applied over even deep decay
convinces lookers-on that all is well
but not treated and removed,
putrefaction mounts assault
gnawing-gnashing inner structures
down-away.
heart consumed from the core
no support for the sheen
shining gloss slips aside
false-front slides.
Exposing rot, corrosion,
deep inside
gloss applied
over rotting deep decay.
Jan 062012
downward spirals drive adjustment
forcing self to tighter space
view compresses, introverts
remarkably slowing pace
for clearer vision
Jan 042012
Small Stone, January 5, 2012
Pondering the aftermath
Securely
Wrapped in
Familiar blanket, warm and red
The comfy~cozy nature of the thing
Textured, worn and soft
Soothes the soul of apprehension
Balms incision, post release
Jan 032012
Small Stone, January 4, 2012
Hiking through morning desert
Clearly, struggle went down
Did two bucks vie
Or did one die
After encountering local mountain lion?
