Hill forts

Hill forts

This grassy crater
With a domed centre
Lies peacefully in the bright sun
Where once violence played

Boy Migrant

Boy Migrant

He haunts me
A young boy
Mid teens
A lad like mine
Seen on the news bulletin

Cedar Summer: late summer silhouette & whimsy

I was inspired yet again by the fabulous, sock monkey.

for the Waxwing,
summer withers
sending the bare bones
of blooms to exit; their shift over

high up on defoliated twigs,
these sturdy spires become crows nests –
for one last look at sparse reminders
and stark remainders

Migration

Monarchs in motion (Photo credit: farflungphotos)

Golden tears trace azure skies

Never  ending swarm of mourning

inevitable  pulchritudinous death.