Sunday, February 25, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
On the night of a thousand owls
bamboo tongues snake to the sky
across the ribbon of empty
a wide wink of moon sings out
future circles the drain
finding no one at home.
Wind sweeps up the absent.
pen and ink with watercolor by Sue
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Tagged by a developer's ax,
moving like a celeritous tune,
black cedars slide from hillsides
beneath a graphite tinted sky.
Nothing slows the stride of time
and none can stop the wind.
digitally manipulated forest photo - sue
Monday, February 05, 2007
Night falls simply in its time
silent stars glance down
Nobody's there but spirits teem
quiet spills a song
in that secret place
Nobody's there yet spirit teems
far from city lights
far away from noise
across the lake in that hushed place
cedars brush a softened hum
tiny waves lave the shoreNobody's there but spirits teem.