Author: brent

Digging for poems
In the thick underbrush
Dead mole on the trail

Red sun rising
Lines on the track tying
Us together

Sweet raspberries
Hiding beneath
Leaves turning yellow

Blast of prairie wind
Gravestones in the corn field
Inscriptions fading

Ripple clouds
Washing up in pink
On a blue sky

Pink sky
The sun
Unveiled

Contrary to
The forecast made yesterday
Sidewalk puddles

Dense forest stories
Of thistles, branches, prickles
Written on my shins

Making mountain miles
Of the ol’ mole hill
By repetition

Around the corner
To complete the morning scene
A toothpick-legged fawn