Walk

Yesterday at the beginning of August. It felt more like an autumn night. 
Misty cool rain, and strong wind.
The day went slowly. The wind seemed…

Summer

A poem

Warm, silk air. 
Not quite night, not quite day. 
Summer is a compacted time of joy. 
Celebration. 
Come take…

Stolen Moments

A poem

We can plod along the same old trails.
Circles and cycles.
Dust to dirt to home again.
Or, or…

Memories

A poem

Thoughts mingle today, yesterday, then history.
Mixed up with can’t sleep at night.
These glimpses. Does…

Watch Me Now

A poem

You wanted me, wanted me to watch you.
Attention, attention, me, you cried — watch me.
And now…

And

A poem

Dark clouds, and between them, splashes of blue.
An unfinished water colour.
Think about you.
So far, far away…

The Nights

The moon peeks out, peeks out from behind the gnarled bushes.
A slight tinge of cold. Flavours of Halloween, 
I wait, hoping it will not rain.
With any luck, soon, I will be travelling.
New routes, new places.
Trees, water, highway, and wind.
The days seem so long when nights mean freedom.