Thunder rumbles heaven and Earth,
rousting coyote from suburban slumber.
Squirrel follows in tracks still warm,
dodging cars,
unaware of who moves
a scant few heartbeats ahead.
By Ted Eytan from Washington, DC, USA – 2017.01.21 Women’s March Washington, DC USA 00094, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=55208311
the white-hot day
is blinding tired.
lightning lacerates
a darkening sky.
I turn my palm
to cradle four
or five large drops
as the rest land
sizzling on the sidewalk.
Wilderness.
A concept,
more than a reality
so named because it is to be
preserved and protected
from the ravages of human society,
now sports parking lots,
crowded with humans
desperate to spend time in the
wilderness.
poems, poetry, wildernesshow dear the
road map of
your beloved face.
sometimes
all I can do
is read the journey
there –
with no words
to say.
a great BLUE heron wings West
a cloud dragon is half-submerged in the deep BLUE sky
a BLUE damselfly barely survives the intersection
a BLUE wild chicory grows in proliferation
and a RED-winged BLACK bird
stretches his wings
saying “Chick-ah-Reeeee…”
In the morning sky
an archeopteryx,
brilliant white,
with wings of cloud and
spine,
the whirling lace of
a contrail.