It is stark madness

To feel claustrophobia

In this universe.

A Bird

Unexplained

In the salt meadow

Lay the dead bird.

The wind

Was fluttering its wings.

— Sheila Wingfield

klindbeck:

bracken’s cool fire the bare trees burning
Aspen Forest by Chad Galloway

via c8h10o2n4

klindbeck:

bracken’s cool fire
the bare trees
burning

Aspen Forest by Chad Galloway

via c8h10o2n4

(Source: weandthecolor)

Once I wondered why

Old folks walk so bent & slow.

Now I really know.

Blackbird in the rain -

Are you wet under feathers?

Is your heart as dark?

— Image from “1Q84”, Haruki Murakami

American Coot

American Coot

Morning wind & rain -

One lone coot bobs in the waves

Where once were hundreds.

You are a house fly

On this November morning.

Memento mori.

The wolves are silent.

In the depth of the forest

The moon is howling.

Go tell the mountain,

“Just meditate without me.”

I’ll climb up later.

Walking in deep woods,

Making love in pitch darkness

Escape right angles.

— After Poetbabble http://t.co/5CciiAFQ

Empty House

The Realtor’s sign

Slapping up against its post

In the Autumn wind

klindbeck:

Office allergy
her third sneeze
goes unblessed

Spurned the ham sandwich

But ate each yellow jacket

That swarmed about it.

I asked my dog why

He’s enthusiastically

A dog and got licked.