Author: Brent

Between sleep
And morning errands
Cool of the forest

Glowing pink orb
Rising behind the
Curves of the track

Today’s poem
Stretching out behind
The sun-lined cloud

The narrow trail
Towards the rising sun
Expanding

Chokecherry bushes
Stop to pick and refuel
Spitting out the pits

After forgetting
The feel of a blue sunrise
Smoke finally clears

Six lanes
And a sunrise painted
On the puddles

Morning in the woods
Missing only Goldilocks
And three porridge bowls

Climb the grassy hill
Under the silent sneer
Of the chairlift