Bird of Prey
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
The End of Happiness
This image is from a photo essay dealing with the theme of entropy that I recently submitted for publication.I’m awaiting word.
Indian Slough,Padilla Bay,Washington,USA
Effort lay in us
before religions
at pond bottom
All things move toward
the light
except those
that freely work down
to oceans’ black depths
In us an impulse tests
the unknown…
(excerpt) from ‘Paean to Place’…
author: Lorine Niedecker
Between Flowers and Sills
The Cats Will Know
Rain will fall again
on your smooth pavement,
a light rain like
a breath or a step.
The breeze and the dawn
will flourish again
when you return,
as if beneath your step.
Between flowers and sills
the cats will know…..
