Child-tree
frail, lithe
bids the good-bye light
stay.
The grasses lend their wool
musty-hued
but night
and winter
will be.
Many thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Child-tree
frail, lithe
bids the good-bye light
stay.
The grasses lend their wool
musty-hued
but night
and winter
will be.
Many thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
Noble fellows
from day adjourned
comfy socks
in rest well earned.
Our wordless thanks
from heartfelt throe:
the bedtime sigh
and wiggle of toe.
With more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Night light
haze and drift
shade and shadow
rise and shift
Stygian flow
through hollow space
hobgoblins of life
dance on my face.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
collective yawn
one by one
the lights come on
house eyes open
slow and wide
wary of
the dark outside
barefoot patter
can’t be heard
but pajama’d life
can be inferred.