Saturday, August 2, 2014

Rainy Day at Echo Lake

In deep of eyes shut as
scene gypsy gravel and opalescent owl 
bridgestone bridegroom blues 
and a hawk beating by like a helicopter.

The sun’s not out yet but brother blue sky 
is peeling back the grey and free 
blueberries grow around the vessels
colored bows.

I Swaying sidesaddle between a jack pine 
and his cousin white 
feeling chatter from other actioneers 
or low ground squirrels and some fish jumping by.

Feel serenely trumps while

tomorrow winds away. 

About Me

All poetry is supposed to be instructive but in an unnoticeable manner; it is supposed to make us aware of what it would be valuable to instruct ourselves in; we must deduce the lesson on our own, just as with life. -Goethe