Winter Frost

•December 31, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Soft, icy crystals cover the

neat green grass as warning

of the massive blizzard yet to come.

Fall

•November 30, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Fall is almost over

gone are the pumpkins

on the porches and

the trees, once full of

orange leaves, are now

bare and skinny.

Frost layers the ground

and stormy clouds

cover the sky in their

grey bulkiness, ready to

drop the anticipated

snow that heralds winter’s arrival.

Zombie

•October 28, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Clawing their way out of graves long buried,

the undead creatures rise again to terrorize

those foolish enough to get in their way on

the zombies’  never-ending quest for brains.

Discord

•September 30, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Harmony now lays in ruins,

shattered and broken like a

fallen glass vase. The

resulting discord rampages

wildly, delighting in

the many laws that it alone now

has the power to rip and destroy.

Sleeping Puppy

•August 29, 2012 • Leave a Comment

The small beagle snuggles down

into the soft pile of warm blankets.

Curled nose-to-tail, big brown eyes

shut as a surprisingly loud snore escapes him,

like the rumble of the mighty diesel truck he

resides in. The powerful black nose twitches

in private dreams of his tracking legacy he shall

soon be trained in when he awakens.

Summer Feast

•July 28, 2012 • 1 Comment

The bees hum merrily as they float from

flower to flower, drunk off the sweet smell

of the salvia, the blooming butterfly bushes, and the

photogenic echinacea. They argue not over room or

space, as there is plenty of blossoms for all. Why,

just across the yard is a loud rose-of-sharon demanding

attention. Next to it are several varieties of chrysanthemum

bushes and a few zinnias. Dragonflies zoom alongside the

intoxicated bees, clear and alert as they rest on the ninebark’s

slender branches. The sun sets on the merry scene just as the butterflies

and hummingbirds soar in to enjoy the fuschia hanging from the pots

near the gate overcome with elegant strands of honeysuckle. Crickets chirp

to conclude the feast as the moon silently observes the flower garden.

Pioneer

•July 28, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Weary feet travel the long, endless road

in hopes of reaching that blessed, promised land

and safety from the persecution of the unforgiving mob

lie just beyond the Rocky Mountains and past

the Donner party’s trail, praying that they will

not meet a similar fate. The long journey is finally over

when the leader, sick and bound to his wagon, sees the

beautiful valley and declares, “This is the place.”