Cup shaped flowers seen poking through the melting snow Crocus, camellia
The hook snags the line holding pots of King Crab gold Dutch Harbor ‘Seawitch’
Dusk brings feathered friends where frozen branches were bare Bird sanctuary
The Frozen Tower— reflects her brilliance through fog The beacon pulsates
Raping the bush seems to be what people like to do Animals and birds are homeless or maybe in a zoo, Pines and palms drop at the noisy chainsaw’s cut I don’t understand why and it’s wrenching at my gut.
One fine and sunny day I took a little stroll not knowing if I’d spot a rabbit or a mole. I like to watch those little creatures scurrying about up and down their paths on their daily route. But on
King of Narnia roams the woods where beavers play Sits near the four thrones
THE ALIEN VISITOR No, I wasn’t drunk, I did not touch a drop when I met him on that day outside that old fuel stop, I wasn’t high on drugs, nor sleeping pills or crack and I also did