Thinker

Contemplated life
Eternity the distance
Stone faced, sat due west

Groovy

Bird Of Paradise
Nature’s act of cheeky improv
Creative art disguise

The wind still blows here
Built: forced to spin perfect
Take me; make it stop

A Field in South Texas

Growing a field of ice

A farmer’s work never done

Even in South Texas

Traveling an ice storm
Weeping tree wears a crystal glove
Weight on my shoulders

It just isn’t getting any better, is it?

“No, Audrey, there isn’t a Santa Clause.” Whispered Old Man Winter as he sat on my lap through western Oklahoma.

Stuck again…

Hey, I can’t really see anything.
Then don’t look at anything.
Anything? Is he the big guy?

On the boardwalk, oh yes!
Dang, arm’s length not enough.
Boo! Daydreams, men in the sea.