Thursday, January 27, 2011

By substance

shoveling a mountain of snow
Flashing reflections quickly dash across my vision,
like sleek stylish impressions without action;
Well dressed and goodly spoken,
yet underneath somewhat broken,
by substance it compares as just a fraction

Saturday, January 15, 2011

It's quiet in nature - in winter

ice 'n oak leaf
It's quiet in the stillness of winter, nature holds back it's fervent calls,
except for tinkling of water,
and the occasional outburst from the pileated woodpeckers,
it's quiet, the hush is deafening.