nose already knows
long before eyes can be sure
the skunk’s trademark stripes
Month: November 2016
2016.11.09: winds of change
leaves finally turn
ripped and dumped on grass yet green
time to stage next scene
2016.11.08: yearning
this melancholy
welling from a depth unknown
older than first thought
2016.11.07: out of phase
sipping morning brew
while graveyard watch laborer
devour off shift meal
2016.11.06: tall cotton
among modern giants
with blades dwarfing entire height
old fashioned windmill
Longing For Water 