Tag: Flowers

The High Desert

The cougar is up high in a yellow pine, hidden. I only see his misplaced paw print, formed when the mud was thick last spring. Now, the trail has dried into cracks, wrinkles in the earth, his movement of the past solidified. He won’t… Continue Reading “The High Desert”


Long-stemmed daffodils, whose faces are flushed by a cold spring storm, act as if their lover, the sun, has left too early and is done. Flowers like drunken ladies, brazen young daisies, mouths full of desperate drink, mistake their first kiss for a one-night… Continue Reading “Perennial”


Tuned into the silent bloom Of thought….. caught Inside an act of noise Inside the caress of the orchid Inside the rejection of the hyacinth Lovers’ insomnia, a midnight language Speaks to us in a dead lip sync, Which is a haunting by voice… Continue Reading “Awake”

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