tree in a drop

the praying field

Christina's World

[after the painting "Christina's World" by Andrew Wyeth]

A torn body come to rest,

beached on a uphill slope

and with a sigh

the heart's hope

twists towards the high horizon.

White Cliffs of Dover

Cold cliffs

in a grassy sea,

worn down in a faster time

to their watery grave.

Boxwood Light

Green scoops

catch the far-off gold,

filled to silvered cups.

Flint without heat,

the flame turned to a softer burn,

icy at a distance,

mellow to the touch

lending their glory

to the day.

squiggle by niggle

Squiggle

by

Niggle