Category: poetry

september dream

i dreamed of

a flock of geese

flying up from

a burning field.

there was a breeze

from the north,

and the geese

were flying south.

like many dreams,

it seems to have

two meanings:

the first is that

winter is coming.

the second is a far

deeper insight–

but let’s just go

with the first.

–photo/art by me

on my walk

i thought i saw

a mummy’s head

hanging from a tree,

but it was just

a hornets nest–

the biggest one i’ve seen.

i’m kind to all

the living things

i find along my walk,

but i don’t know

if these are home–

and i don’t think i’ll knock.

–photo by me