Monthly Archives: September 2008

Bounding off The porch, Sprung from the granite step– All colors gray In the limonene mist We go. Up, down and out Into the cricket’s Mourning sound, Through Summer’s night Dog and me Breeching the glow tide And mind sea. … Continue reading →

    Bounding off The porch, Sprung from the granite step– All colors gray In the limonene mist We go.   Up, down and out Into the cricket’s Mourning sound, Through Summer’s night Dog and me Breeching the glow tide … Continue reading →

It first came With morning light In dapped green on sparkling breeze, Leaves turning of a dragon’s face— Through the open window, There in the maple trees Its stare, Immortal, intense, other worldly In beckoning sight, Filling my white, Still, … Continue reading →