The Landscape of My Mind
Each day begins a new
The sun rises above the mountain
Promises delivered to a new world
Yet each day ends
Spectacular sunset
World in flame
Year’s end lies
In tangent with the
Beginning of the newyear
Endings and beginnings
The perfect pair
The work of the old year
Folded away
Neatly labeled
A completion of sorts
Or perhaps just a link in the chain
On winter’s night
The Rio Pueblo
The creek in the woods
Settles in for a winter’s nap
Blanketed with ice and snow
Reflects sparkle of stars
Named for ancestors
Wishes, hopes, and desires are kneaded
Into the bread of a newyear
Against adversity
The perfect loaf formed
The path will be strewn with missteps
No need to brood
The point of faith is fixed
POP! A new year is here
Note: against, creek, ice, deliver, pop, point, tangent, flame, stars, knead, brood, strewn
As I looked closely at the photograph I had chosen for the piece, I realized it was taken several years ago.
The Little Tree
The little tree stands
Leafless in the corner
Of the courtyard
The village beyond
It is morning
The sky ablaze announcing
The sun
A white blanket of snow
Covers the ground
What sleeps beneath
Prepares for spring
I look closely
I realize
There is no tree
In that corner
The picture I see
Exists only in my mind’s eye
The tree was removed
After the furry kitty
Lost an eye
Because of the stickers
The little tree
A red plum
I will always see
Stand before the deep blue mountain
In memory of you
annellannell 