Perennial stubble
For now
Last year’s
Rubble
Soon to sprout
Green
When spring hits the
Scene
55.5″ and counting!
pointy bare branch tree
on a frigid March morning
anxious for new leaves
Shadows
Born of
Light and
Angle
Hypnotic
Shapes
Before us
Dangle
Reality
To
Their purpose
Finagle
Our minds
Left
In a
Tangle
On
The path of
Life we
Roam
Amongst the
Crowd
Yet still
Alone
With
Time at hand
But on
Loan
Searching for
The
Perfect
Home
Monochrome Monday
Up, down
Or
Back
Around
Walk the
Path
You have
Found
Wordless Wednesday – (01/30/19)
Shadows know
This door
Quite
Well
In wintertime
They cast
Their
Spell
An escape
Hatch
To the other
Side
Where
Imagination
Does
Reside
Fuzzy
Shadows
In
