Monday, September 28, 2009

poem #11

There's a wildfire in the city.
The trees are starting to blend into the brick buildings.
Beautiful reds and flames lapping at the sky.
The sky is still hazy
with the sun slowly rising
bringing its radiant light to the new day.
Morning has to be my favorite part of the day
everything is renewed...
the dew has washed away the regrets of yesterday.
The cold air burns my lungs as I walk down the city blocks.
Leaves are changing colors right before my eyes
the sky turning from blue to gray to white to blue again.
The air chills me to the bone
as the subtle scent of winter dances in the fog.
Fall is my favorite time of year.....

Monday, September 14, 2009

new pieces

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Etsy: Seeing Red