dark secrets

smaller mist

dark trees ferment in forests deep

and stand in silent semi-sleep

with roots entangled underground

like secrets that we keep

 

and thus adjoined they won’t betray

the web of roots they hide away

but made of wood and not of stone

they all will fall one day

 

–photo by me

 

 

 

 

sun’s a bitch

sun's a bitch

we three were

a merry three

the sun

the wind

and me

we danced

with ease

upon a breeze

while daisies

bowed in

verdant leas

but then the

wind was

called away

and couldn’t

stay to play

one day

the sun and I

we really tried

to have some

fun beneath

blue skies

but soon

I found our

friendship

thinned

until at last

the truth

sunk in

the sun’s

a bitch

without

the wind