Morning fog,
veiled over the trees of the forest,
like a sheer silky sheet.
White,
vaguely opaque,
the sun glares through your weave.
The insistent caw of the crow,
alongside the ticking clock,
subsides.
Expression was made.
Need fulfilled.
Month: March 2016
Under a Blue Sky
Rays of the sun
pour into my body
from the top of my head
down to my toes
up to my waist,
filling the spaces of my inner core
seeping into my veins
like a new day
under a blue sky.
In a Moment of Time
Wind blowing
eaves creaking
walking
working
smoking
feeling
writing
mourning
crying
grieving
always
changing
in a moment
of
time…
Birds singing
-ing
Morning breaking,
People waking,
Crows cawing,
Clock ticking.
Dog barking,
Whistle blowing,
Water dripping.
Coffee brewing,
Truck stopping,
Brakes squeaking,
Stopping at nothing.
GRB TiffanyCreek
March is Still
In the forest, wooden trunks, and structures
stark in sunlight, stand tall in their multitude.
Sentinels ready to file into Spring,
without snow.
Inside, the cawing of crows, outside.
The ticking of the clock, on the mantel.
Shapes of sound, poured into silence
of time and space.
Lush earthy aroma of cinders in the chimney
permeate the air.
February, gone away,
March is still.
GRB ~ TiffanyCreek
On Tiffany Creek 