Staring into
darkness and light,
the night begins
to fade away, breaking
towards morning,
I'm transfixed,
watching the fish in
the Pacific
through a mediated
feed and screen -
My mind, swimming
with possibilities
before the day
calls me in
for #writeout via DS106 Daily Create
Ripened red berries,
weighing down the Rowan tree;
birds swarming, beneath
for #writeout
Here, where
seconds eat
the day away,
I am grateful
for the way
you shepherd
the hours with
neither venom
nor malice, but
only with patience
of time's forever
clock ticking
in forward motion
for #writeout via DS106 Daily Create
That rainbow, stretching
across house and horizon;
Fall rain, arriving
for Algot
On a long walk
through woods,
I notice only
your natural beauty,
but beneath
your dress of
wood and rock -
your back now bent
from the burdens
of time and use;
our footprints,
the weight of the weary,
long, now, these years,
and also, worn down to
fragile bone -
you sigh the sigh of heavens
for #writeout and #ds106
Desolation;
a sad song the night wind sings
before the mourning
When situated
in a cozy corner, lit
with book and a beer
A tender flower,
grown, in glass vase, with beauty,
but now bent, with age
Wandering the field,
pondering the plentiful
corn husks; a graveyard
Bricks,
held tight with
words
This tower
reaches over voices,
heard
Along
the outlook
of the valley,
speckled
by hawks
in flight
We walk by day;
We write by night
inspired by the Poet's Seat Tower in Western Massachusetts
for #writeacrossamerica