Author: Brent

Chasing up
The early birds
From the path

Canopy of stars
Run to the convenience store
Card declined

Morning greetings
Between shadows
Under the stars

Tree’s crooked fingers
Grasping at the moonlit clouds
Sound of footsteps

Monday
The birds’ songs begin
Hesitantly

Bluestem coated white
Amidst the towering pines
Hushed flickers of light

Morning moonlight
Runner follows his thoughts
Down the winding path

Neither rain nor snow
Wet, frozen indecision
Drifting through the beam

Fallen leaves rattle
The shadows between
Lamp posts

The very last lap
Every breath is spent
The sun rises