Storms

 

storms,

no harbor of calm,

just wave after wave,

storm upon storm,

as the days pass by.

 

 

trees and wild flowers in the mountains

 

flower under attack

 

 

@polkspoems     to listen to poems being read by Douglas Polk

                                    Dad'sTinyHome   to purchase paintings by Douglas Polk

old bridge across a creek

 

a bridge across a creek,

symbol of moment in time,

can I go over and then come back,

or am I trapped by the decision made,

as the bridge, rotten and old,

begins to fall into the creek.

 

scratchings