Since the last few days have been a blur of activity surrounding the arrival of our new granddaughter, Ava, I am going to go with another smattering of poetry. Perhaps tomorrow I will recover enough to be creative.
At Dawn in Denver
The moon, full.
Solitary reference
in ice blue sky
that fades to
misty pink
over shadowed mountains.
The sun crests.
Air crystalline.
No brown haze.
I see jagged
peaks beyond
roof tops of
look alike apartments.
Air conditioner’s
hum
holds back noise of
waking city.
The moon, full.
Solitary reference
in ice blue sky
that fades to
misty pink
over shadowed mountains.
The sun crests.
Air crystalline.
No brown haze.
I see jagged
peaks beyond
roof tops of
look alike apartments.
Air conditioner’s
hum
holds back noise of
waking city.
Lonely Maiden
Siren,
temptress,
rarely seen
except in silhouette.
Your calls are heard
across the frigid sea.
The summer light
shines on your wrinkled face.
We are not turned away,
but drawn.
Those who stay, cling to you
with tenuous
but determined grip.
Some persevere,
others wane.
Many look and sail away.
Haunted by your charms.
Alaska.
