Within outer skin, an apple's flesh tastes so sweet, except for the seeds
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Within outer skin, an apple's flesh tastes so sweet, except for the seeds
One lone leaf, fallen, from an old tree, now calling, silent, in Autumn
The stem is a path on the far edge of a map, leaning towards stories
With wind on its way, how many leaves will remain, from those here today?
for Algot
In the moment of the Eye, when the storm catches its breath - when the air becomes as still and settled as death – we wander remains of tree limbs and pine cones, the power of the unknown more present than not, then head for shelter as the wind kicks in and tightens its knot
Vestige of Night
Mesmerized by the light, fed by wind and breath
The last leaf of Autumn, finally falls
I hear it even now, later, in the heart of nowhere
Something is loosened by memory - the last vestige of night
A Call and Response Assay poem with Steve https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/10/vestige-assay.html?sc=1760178212665
Collaboration: https://youtu.be/RchVAVdVsFw
Lights against the sky in a spectrum of color; a vivid rainbow
Another straw man standing in a field of corn, startling no one
She startles in step, as a flock of geese, squawking, fly by, overhead
Your ghost silhouette lingers in the shadows, like a song I can't forget