reconciled

a bird peers down from

my neighbor’s roof, waiting for

my silence to fall.

where there were five trees

are now three; survivors morn,

buzz-saw’s anger quenched.

softly clear water

falls; brown to green rising, coaxed

into life again.

Wooden Valley Vintage

swollen grapes

extracted flame

fresh blood shed

sweet fruit entombed

stacked casks

fragrant gloom.

Lazy

Sweet summer breeze 

heavy ripe vines

wine pouring, 

time slowly

seaward

flowing. 

I write 

like there's 

nothing left 

in my half-

empty glass.

but now the wine's gone....

day's too warm 

and much too 

long.

A Moment

She starts and stares
into high ceiling shadows,
alarmed by what? A sound?
Slight movement, breeze wafting
past the open door?

I look,
but poor human eyes see nothing
beyond smudged spectacles.

So I stroke her flowing fur
And reassured, she shuts sentient eyes,
trusting feline sense, and purrs.

sometimes it hurts too much

sometimes it hurts too much,

strangling tears,

struggling breath

slowly steals

stealthy death.

did the merciful needle hurt you much?

when sleep filled your eyes,

and your thick blood ceased,

from the red pain you were

suddenly released!

but grey dull memory

remains

for me.