Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Do you know her?

A mild miasma
of misery damply mists  the
mirror of her soul.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Missing the Magic

Walking in dewy
grass with shoes on, careful. Not
freshly summer bathed.

Dead Cedar

The cedar is dead.
A whole, huge tree. I didn't
notice. Did I care?

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

No more honeysuckle

Demon brambles have
smothered honeysuckle; the
last of three vines, gone.