Wind Swept Growl

Loud depth of wind
Sending a sliver of the moon
Into long blades of grass
Bellowing Autumn’s warm choice of a day

How dare minutes of this season
Fall away so effortlessly
Like the glimpse of a red lit night sky
Following in Sun’s same footsteps

Test not growing darkness’s patience
For caught you shall be if thy tarry lasts
Any longer than a deep breath of sorrow
For soon, that lone Mars shall break the starless trance

Last evening desires fade
As Coyote wakes to prowl
And guarding this fleece lined flock
A great Pyrenees longs his stretch and growls

Dungeon Boulders

Surely this is a swolen gland of memory
Cursing through my body
Pinching where I’ve been hurt before.

Should I starve you out?
Let you waste away like autumn flowers
Suffocating upon the bed you’ve made?

A cry from depths of my unconscious being
Let out like lightning bolts
Surging through my veins in callous blood clotting.

I hold the reigns, but I do not have this beast tamed,
Wild and friggart he still is
An uncouth I have yet to name.

I shall sweat you out
Heat driving mad, boiling away impurities
With a flame I have stoked ever higher
Designed to inhibit boulders
That this dungeon was built upon.

Bedroom Windows (day 3038)

In Summer we wore our open Heart
So carelessly and free
You in your two piece
Dancing in front of me
At night we tore apart the sheets
Like two lovers with an unmarked destiny
And in the hours of early Morning
We drank our love in Wine
Then as Dawn began to wake
Our bedroom windows bled
Like Loons upon a still Lake
Taking flight into Night
One lone call began to shake
Each tendon of each heart that heard
Rippling through Summers past
And into Autumn’s deepest
Darkest moment of deadly sin
Until a frozen heart began
To etch the edges of every row
That trailed the bedroom window
And sent deepness far away
Beyond the walls and down the hall
Closed, and danced no more.

Root of Man (day 2853)

The root of man shall be no different
Then the root of every tree
Growing wildly as advantageous
Over rocks upon the ground.

Each mystery of a turn
Formation of a bud
Callus of a wound, deep
Shimmering in the sun.

As seasons take their tide
Summer turns to Autumn
Transformational energy
Harvest moon howls night.

Mountain (day 2718)

When the leaves began to fall
You looked away again
Turned your head and said out loud
Mountain, why you growing so tall
But in the Autumn air
You blew the wild rivers afar
Into the foggy glens
Where the wild things went to sleep
But your so gentle feet
Touched not a rock upon the steep
Calling out to soothe each leaf
Cresting at the moon
For your harvest basket took you
From the meadow to the birch copse
To the little brook to cross
Where your harvest basket grew
But silently up so high
Mountain sighed and sighed
Why do you stay so far
Maiden from afar.