Light of Christmas

Light of Christmas
a golden one
painting
over the fences
hedges
and houses
lighting
the otherwise
tenebrous rooms
exept for the slight ray
of the street lights
seeping  through the curtains,
hinting off the glossy
ornaments
hanged to gingerly
onto our tree

essence of christmas

Gental breeze
sweeps leeves
off the sidewalk
wreaths hang pendulously
swinging gently
from the wind
golden lights
turn the street
into a guilded lane,
christmas trees
sit still in the window
there ornaments
show off there sheen
as they peer through the window
captivating the eye
of any pedestrians
taking a stroll
down the golden
foliage-lined street,
that is giving off
a strong
essense of christmas.

Summer Lake

Dry
stale winds
stir up waves
from the shrinking lake.
cattails lose their greens
and turn
brown, brittle and worn
frogs chirp
sitting on the
washed up seaweed,
trying to hinder their home.
red winged black birds,
sit in the fading trees
singing their songs.
turtles will pop their head
in and out of the water,
unti; they go to shore
to bask
in the scorching sun.
I can hear the distant sound
of my brothers
pulling in flopping fish
from the lines
as they flainl about
their glimmering scales
polished silver
in the sun.

Audubon Park

Crisp wind
cascades through
the great oak trees
taking some
unfortunate leaves
with them
the grass gets trampled on
by some determined dogs
chasing after beloved
sticks.
ducks
and geese
sit tranquilly
on the placid water.
Joggers limp by
catching a glance at the
eye-catching scenery
bikers
chat with the people
next to them
and laugh
with good humor.

the firts rain of spring

The first rain of spring

Mists down

In blurry sheets.

Tearing and slashing

At the air,

dense with humidity.

it beats on the windows

and revives the

plants that

have been withered and

frozen from the past winter

the earth seems to come back to life

Watcher in the woods

A bird soars above

an eagle not a dove.

He watches over

The river

as the gentle waves quiver.

He glides down

and as he swoops

he disturbs

another birds coop.

he rests on a branch

along a riverside ranch.

He screeches his coo

And again

He’s on his move.

He glares down at the

White water rapids

and bolts from the forest

that is so dark and captive.

Rushing towards the deep twilight

Dodging stars

As he twirls in the moon

That has the glow

of pyrite.

His wings

Spread out into a gleaming bow

I looked upon him

With eyes of wonder

He has the power

of shuddering thunder.