Original music! Stream or download and name your price, from free to infinity.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Enough
High Sierra valley,
thin, cool air carrying
bird sounds, hints of juniper.
I look down into
sun and shadow,
down this glacial scar,
earth’s wound, an old cut
healed, changing slowly—
brave pines, scrubby and low,
growing up through splits
in rock, reaching up for
sunlight, rooting
down for water—
getting by on not much at all.
Not much, but enough.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
It's haiku time again in creative writing class
Coffee is bitter fuel that brings a sweetness, lifting my spirits. Empty hanging file folders, holding only the hope of less clut...
-
You’re a valiant pine growing from a cleft in a rock. You are an old piano by the beach, sending your notes flying, singing with the gulls a...
-
I want decadence and debauchery, or a better night’s sleep. Beauty weapons: smoldering eyes bold lashes liquid lipstick tousled waves I want...
No comments:
Post a Comment