Poetic Medley

What happens
in my living space
when I turn on the lights?


Dakota's howl awakens
that which is found within.
It's not the wolf we fear,
it's the wilderness.


Tree trunks and roots,
immoveable
unwavering
and still....
in the midst of torrential rains.


This door
leads to a dew drop
that has no name
no blame
no need for retort


Still I yearn
to have a way
or a word
to be known by


Years fade
like memories
cascade....


Leaves fall prey
to gusty mayhem
wilt away
on top
olive blades of grass