Hot pollen snow Clouds the soil like stars Swirling around a galactic core Gravity’s hand is pushed away In favor of the cosmic breeze Whisking them through the day Leftovers from cast incantations Spells from a book of maps Full of blank spots As it casts through the paths Found by the pioneers The worldContinue reading “Pathfinder”
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September Sky
Sun’s hanging low Air’s cooling off Seasons are shifting And the summer is lifting Fall is falling Wind begins wailing Leaves gather On the sidewalks Kicking up with Feet chasing deeds Things to do Now that it’s cold Outside on the street And warm inside It’s time to open Windows while we sleep And wearContinue reading “September Sky”
Smoke Staver
Storms clean smoke In the bellow of breeze And clouds it brings In the old rain That now purges the haze And assaults the intrusion With vanishing pollution Come sure appreciation Of the skies missed no more
Guns of August
Skies on fire A red sun looms And burns through A haze of guns Filling the air With smoke and Brassy incense Into August Haze of fire Miles away Coats the clouds Infinite smoke Regret is in the Burned bridges Can’t bring it back Or unash the remains Haze of sparksoot Lingers after the gunsContinue reading “Guns of August”
Breeze
Before blooms burst Mighty pines Must shed rust From last year A wayward wind That cools the face And melts iron needles From summer trees Autumn’s grasp is here To choke life From the green
Sunchaser
An August fleeting That later I’ll be feeling
Autumnreach
Autumnlenses To look through When hills run Too verdant I have a deathwish… Nay, I have six! For the evergreen trees Better off an abyss In painted forests Sinking deep underground As impassable valleys in Blackest kingdom reaches Stood upon Beaches of ash I see igneous wrath On every oak and pine branch Deathwish manifestsContinue reading “Autumnreach”
Ashen Sky
Blueshifted
Petrichor threatens to Bloodlet from the sky On a June morning Cloudy pre-stormy Quiet history Post-dawn Blueshifted Currents relax And slow Ivy rain Sees Violence It’s a summer’s Cold Shadow
Oak Half – jts5 – RR.C
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Consume Reality! 