It is not the way of leaves to care about how they fall. It doesn’t matter whether there are heavy, thunder-filled clouds overhead or miles of bright blue and sunshine. A leaf doesn’t cry out in pain if a harsh wind tugs it from its twig nor does it giggle with mischief if it managesContinue reading “Leaves Let Go”
One injured gooseleft behind at Third Damno flock mates in sightshe swam through the gloamright wing splayed, not tucked in,head down as a plane flew overand I said a prayerthat she recover soonfly off, find a new flock,or become a lucky breakfor a young coyotelearning to hunt,wishing either outcome swift.November’s night shadows lengthenNovember’s days growContinue reading “Shorter on Mercy”
A couple of weeks ago, my brain started trading in small poems again. Much like the ones from the start of the pandemic, they are a mix of daily events, moments and thoughts, bouncing from the horror of our days to the comfort in them. I’ll admit they are a nice distraction.