There is a light that wasn’t there before,in the midst of the welter of the true colorsthat flashes rapidly and freezes up…
Shortly after my brother died, I pulled a chair over to the kitchen counter, climbed up on it, and grabbed a jar of Sue Bee honey…
So many forget the copper beech
An everlasting itchTo pass through eternity,To metamorphoseInto an abstract idea,To take birthIn a poet’s mind,To fuse with colorsOn a coarse…