The Insatiable Wind

The storm churned up the all this debris The wind was inconsolable Its appetite… Insatiable In its aftermath… Limbs of trees Leaves strewn across the yard Screen doors torn from their hinges Whole trees lying horizontal Nature spit about like vomit… With hundreds of years of history Exposed Dead and unresponsive Dried up, like the…

Peeking Through

There’s a hole in the trees above my house You can lie on your back in the front yard And look up at the sky through this portal of green…. Or in the fall, the portal frame turns to burnt reds, rusty oranges golden yellows Like a fireworks show Put on by nature… This is…