creek Bed Bottoms
Updated: Apr 20, 2020
Hands smell of gasoline-
Morning making wood
Cotton sweats beneath Aran wool
Rain barrel over full
Aeolian symphonies
Through lightening branches
Scattering many hued leaves
Over mountain slope,
stones clay soil
The whistle of the kettle
A simmer comes to boil
Coffee gets cold quick
Long rope wick in wine bottle oil lamp
Barred owl fends off the crow
And once again it’s time to go
Time to batten down the hatches
Trundle down the greasy drive
Slither slide through mucky mud holes
In sylvan corridors over granite bones
The kaleidoscope fantasy of chameleon leaves
Some memories are treasures, others for the bin
When one page is full
turn another and begin again
Line breaks and holy socks
breaths punctuate the cooling air
Mushroom extracts, a bushel of apples
A matter of a fact is a matter of where
You place the periscope of your perspective
The eagle Spiraling in his cerulean kingdom
The brook trout traversing his aquatic domain
Of silt and stones and bubbles and sodden leaves
Adorning creek bed bottoms