What Lasts

In the chaosconstructed by human connivance,greed, and blinkered self-deception, I look to the treesrising, indifferentto human madness,slow-reaching skyward,slow-flowing sap to nourisheach twig and leafand tiny single cell… I look to the seasrolling on and on,uncaring of Man’s designs,against the sands, the cliffs,or flinging wildlypartnering with rocky shoresto dance, force meeting gravity,to graze the air and …

Lament For Home

When the night goes dark, all glowing wild eyes dimmed and dead;When the forest goes silent of song and cry and roarand there is only the creakingof trees moved by the rush of wind; When flowers no longer humwith the dancing bee;When the sky is empty of wingsthat glitter and crackleor softly beat the air;When water is …