Category: poetry

Innocence

O innocence,

Where have you gone?

As I grow old,

The things of this world

Begin to fade away,

And I find myself

Looking for you.

Yet, I know the truth:

You never left. I did.

Perhaps it’s time

To return to

The meadow.

–Image by Nativeshinee

drumming grouse

i heard a ruffed grouse drumming,

so i tip-toed toward the sound;

he couldn’t hear me coming,

and this is what i found:

he kept picking up the tempo

in a feverish display,

and reaching a crescendo,

he quit and flew away

–image by ai