winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Ripple
widening ripples-
a heron’s reflection
reaches the far shore
–
black water-
a willow branch
touches the moon
Movement
late afternoon sun-
illuminated dust motes
meander through time
–
first snow-
autumn leaves
across the threshold
Sight
talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream
Horses
leaves blow through the barn-
the sweet smell of feed dust hangs
heavy in the air
–
ringing steel-
horseshoes red in
the farrier’s forge
Windy
angry winter night-
grey shutters on the northern wall
banging in the wind
–
on the south porch-
sharing the sunrise as
the wind chimes slowly
Distance
circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach
Weather
the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives
Nightmare
below the surface-
shadows of nameless horrors
rise up unbidden
–
deep in the night-
wrenched from sleep by
echoes of dreams
Ripple
widening ripples-
a heron’s reflection
reaches the far shore
–
black water-
a willow branch
touches the moon
Movement
late afternoon sun-
illuminated dust motes
meander through time
–
first snow-
autumn leaves
across the threshold
Sight
talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream
Horses
leaves blow through the barn-
the sweet smell of feed dust hangs
heavy in the air
–
ringing steel-
horseshoes red in
the farrier’s forge
Windy
angry winter night-
grey shutters on the northern wall
banging in the wind
–
on the south porch-
sharing the sunrise as
the wind chimes slowly
Distance
circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach
Weather
the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives
Nightmare
below the surface-
shadows of nameless horrors
rise up unbidden
–
deep in the night-
wrenched from sleep by
echoes of dreams
Click on a link above to see the responses or to leave one of your own!
If you’d prefer your creativity to flow unfettered, click over to Maiku.