Intellect
A world made of words
So clear I forget to ask
Did it ever live?
Nature's Loss
The wind howled northward
Breaking down the dunes
To impotent grains of sand,
Scurrying in the dark night,
Looking for a safe refuge.

The Unknown
The dog sniffed the air
Sensing something disturbing.
He slowly rose up,
Cocking his head for answers,
But it did not comfort him.
A New Home
Soon you hold the key
To a space that will be yours
Strange, perhaps, at first
You steadily shape what comes
What stays, what leaves, what begins
Autumn Begins
A single leaf falls
Anticipating the cold.
Wanting to be first
To find it's winter quarters.
Mulch ado about nothing.
Taken Over
Weeds grew through the cracks
Of the neglected sidewalk.
The soft green tendrils
Splitting the asphalt apart
like a quiet vengeful force.
Tabloid
Blowing newspaper
Somersaulting down the road
No rhyme or reason,
The headlines twisted and torn,
The way they are in real life.