Essays


 

Poems

Chromatic Crystal

Tainted water drips off roof
tinted, verdant, alive
stained icicles
moss green
bringing
warmth
to ice.

Forest Fire

The forest under siege.
Fiery red turns trees to charred black
Pines that sought the clouds, climbing
Now on forest floor logs smouldering
Battle drawn out over days weeks months
Exhaustion, heat, despair
National attention
As flames are repelled
Journalists drawn.
Careers furthered
By award-winning photographs.

Um Cruzeiro

The newness of
A Brazilian dollar
Brightened colors
Hang it on the wall next to the Constable.
Fingerprints meet engraved
Printed whorls
Purchase a bowl of soup.

The Hills

Glance
at

difference
sunlight
startled

color
among
neutral

closer

pebbles
one
single

radiance
golden.

For Floyd Martin

A tree is a jungle gym
For squirrel children.

Interconnecting ladders, bars and bridges
A building under construction.

It's the bond of friendship
Between ground and sky.

Or celery stalks
For Paul Bunyan's ox.

It is the balance of the composition
In a childhood drawing -–
Boy, dog, house, clouds,
Tree.

They are tall windblown children with messy hair.

A castle for sparrow nobility.

In autumn, leaves are the gold
Found in the muddy, meandering streams
Branching from a wider stronger river
Which has its source underground.

Creativity and imagination
Are branches leaping upwards
And outwards
From the locked trunk of the mind.

Mist

What quick betray/al sends/ to shock
The force/ of words/ compel/ my love
To eva/porate/ to mist/ from block
Of ice/ too strong/ too firm/ to melt
Slow change/ to spill/ did not/ exist
Our strength/ is mist/ and all/ I felt.