Monthly Archives: Oct 2016

As the hunter sits

contemplating his shadow,

the moon is no friend

Inspired by the beauty of this October afternoon I felt I should tell you the view from my window

Swirling, shimmering,
shafts of sunlight, lava pools
o’er, the forest floor,
insects rise, glow like fireflies,
eager to dance out brief lives

The lark sings on high

lustily, a rush of wind

as the falcon strikes