Molten sun creeps past
its oaken frame to fill eyes
with quick rainbow shards.
Moments, gone to a new stage;
en passant, flirts with tree moss.
Day: December 2, 2017
“Golden Travellin’ Man”
Molten sun creeps past
its oaken frame to fill eyes
with quick rainbow shards.
“Big Of You, Friday”
Big of you, Friday,
to come ’round so oft cheerful
when you know what’s next!
“A Stark Hurricane-Stripped Tree”
stark, ‘cane-stripped tree
under a cold sun: bare limbs
shiver in the breeze
“Jealous Peripheries”
Corner of my ear
jealous my peripheral
eye gets attention.
“Pardon My Dyslexia”
My dyslexia
is an old friend who intrudes
on my P’s and Q’s.
