Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The forest

Green running free and endless. The forest trees tall, creepers carpet the ground velvet, flowers brocade the green with pink and yellows. My heart beats in my chest as I run with the wind here. Pleased to see the trees don't end and the design continues under my feet. I fear if I touch the tiny petal it would create ripples in this design.

The forest in the valley is like the life of a candle, tough wheatish mountains protect it, like hands protect the flame.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


I am not ready to write about it yet,
the shadow lost
the winter frost
the lamp at the side of my bed
the book lies there face down
as the night kills me slowly
closed eyes
to the rising sun