flap fall air under their wings,
soon they will depart.
Summer’s last dry wind
sunlight fades, leaves crisp, and fall
into a solstice.
In a brown twig drey
up a snow-covered pine tree
Home to prickly pines and Douglas fir,
Hoh rain forest, a carpet of licorice fern.
Emerald beards coat every surface
over-grown facial hair or mask?
Timbers moistened by sulfur rain, exudes
rich cedar, ripe pine and old oak’s…
Death doesn’t feel real when you read about it on Facebook
which is why I keep looking for your face in pedestrians near campus
because I saw you biking last month outside our journalism class.
Death doesn’t feel real when you read…
Scott sits on his light blue arm chair and sips a steaming cup of coffee–this coffee is more bitter than what he drank in his youth. The morning news comes into focus. Sounds from the television start to make their way to Scott. He looks to…