Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts

“Oh my!” said Crystal to the trees. “Why did you lose your leaves?! I love your locks of spanish moss. I like your auburn colors, pines and spurs! Now, tell me why. Why did you cut your hair?”And so the trees replied: There’s seasons we grow through. There’s very few parts of our bodies weContinue reading “Children’s Poem: Leaves Lost and Hair Cuts”

The onset of sunset

The southern winds blow through the bluebells beside the creek. The onset of sunset arises to greet the lilting lake. While Aside the street, the dust of spanish moss falls soft on fallow fields; fallen red speckles hidden in their caresses Blazing star blooms dense beside the swampland highways And the twinkle of chimes fallsContinue reading “The onset of sunset”

The Pastel Painter

I happened upon a painter who painted only in pastels. I inquired of his rationale. Why do you avoid the colors, grey and black and brown? The stars are strident without the darks silence. Chaos stands beside creation. Its not the absence of these colors that beauty is found. And you cannot paint history withoutContinue reading “The Pastel Painter”