stairs in the park

stairs in the park,

covered by trees,

hidden,

a magical place found,

where dreams created,

and special thoughts seem real,

only moments away from traffic,

and the middle of the city.

 

The Return

cranes   re-appear

so does my happiness,

my heart singing to their calls,

in the early morning light.

 

The Past

giant animals of the past,

wander endlessly,

in search of water,

they shall never drink,

for they are only spirits,

unable to consume,

the water they seek.

 

Pond with a Cloudy Sky

 

the past

the past on the paper,

bones and fossilized thoughts,

chaos,

the life lived,

misunderstood by the survivors.

               
 

The Soddy

The Soddy
Douglas Polk

the soddy on the calving place,
a favorite place to be,
walls made of sod,
three foot deep,
warm and cozy,
when back from checking for calves,
on a long winter night,
no phone or television,
the internet did not exist,
a propane stove in the center of the room,
the only heat we would need,
coffee and cards,
and mice in the walls,
the place now only in my dreams,
a happy memory,
as the card game on the computer stares back at me,
a clock on the screen telling me,
thirty five minutes until the next ride needs to be made.

 

Sunset in the Sandhills