gnarly wood


Daughter came home yesterday, so first night was last night…it’s an exciting time- hopefully she’ll bring us some luck in the playoffs.

The Season Carries a Sword

Under canopies of shadowy pines
blue grass shapes the hour
as slivery moss
tangles with the gnarly wooded vines

it’s time that takes up the sadness
as the collection of seasons pass
here where the tender roots
bloom no more

and from the pores of earth
the wind shushes the trees
with a lullaby that rests
on late September shoulders