Twilight
Cascades as a sea
Grey-blue darkening to blue-black
Reds and purples gasp
at the sun swallowing horizon’s edge
the trees become grey scaled
forming evening-jet geometries
in this verge of darkness,
the night-still-quiet,
I walk
Walking Poem, Late March
The horizon is lead heavy white grays of sky touching the wet green everywhere.
Cold abrades and traps with the wind snares among the trees.
Not quite ice/rain drops percuss on the earth.
Then you breath in the rain heavy air tasting, the birth of Spring.
2022 The Year of Aesthetics №39
Since, I have been alive there has been a single British Monarch. She has seen her nation through many trials and had been queen starting with Winston Churchill. She has seen the crown through many family trials and trials of state. She did much for her nation, rest well good Queen Bess.
The Queen is dead, Long Live the King.
2022 Year of Aesthetics Series №37 2022–08–29
lemon on my hands
the scent of zest and acid,
a reminder of Nando
one night teaching me
to order lemons after dinner
to free the hands
from the odor of fish.
saying
first charm yourself
then you charm women.
