dust cloud heavy
in an apricot sky
cottonwood mucker
under ambrose pale
whippet and shepherd
mill at the earth patch
yellow birch hangs
over red bench park

combine shavings
in crack rust brown
scissors chips fall
at the back stop
whiskey jack looters
sing patented chords
siblings (and 2 wheel enthusiasts!)
give thanks

joyous retrievers
master the criss cross
bare maples stand
at settlers way
barred owl and blue jay
whistle in the fore-wind
ghosts
and goblins
pull on the seeds

wind gusts belt
over the west gulch
a blood rush churns
in the chilling fall morn
hallowed grounds still
at the midday
quiet reflections
of the afghan
and hound

jumpers unite
at the oxbow
route runners bend
(on a sultry foray!)
meadows exposed
in the framework
ball parks empty
with pennants past

barrel dirt favors
the brew house
crimson and copper
find bracken ridge gate
harvest hands savor
the honey and hops
blankets of color
for a winter's hatch

brush fire kept
under steady peruse
bark bites fly
and embers glow
pine cones drop
from the timber tops
3 wick candles
grace the dinner place

shiver and ******
at the piper's call
cob web dew
on the shadowy gates
a chilled mist mellows
the season's return ~
poets and artists
and dreamers awake

Mysterious and unseen
A master of the dark and light
And all in-between
When she looks into your soul
Hers is enough to burn it to the ground
But also ****** it to the very core
She is a force of nature
An unstoppable wave of chaos and purity
that’ll throw you so off course
you’ll forget what it was ever like
to not have her in your life
She will read your mind
with the power to take every last bit
of strength you have
until you regret ever standing in her path
Do not ever lie to her
For she does not handle deceit lightly
Vengeance is her first, middle and last name
And her type of revenge is an evil noone
would wish to encounter
A queen of manipulation at her finest
she will see into your soul
long before you catch a glimpse
and change the way you think
to mend what she craves and the
desire that she seeks

She is a Scorpio,
And if you think you can escape her

You've already lost.

She's a gemini in her wit
an aries at heart,
a taurus at rationale
a scorpio at defence,
a Virgo at ease,
and a cancer at care.

She's June in January
and Christmas in August.
She's spring in rain
and snowflakes in heatwaves.

Morning dew in drought
and rays on cloudy days.

She's Jessica.

Sometimes I feel like a guest
In my own body, trying my best.
But all I do is bide
My time, and hide
From the demons inside

Is doing it again and again
Actually worth the pain?
I'm numb
And it's kinda dumb
But it's like I'm filled with novocaine

Everyday I wake up
And I think the world will shape up
I know the truth is hard to digest
So I jest
And pretend
It doesn't matter in the end

All of my life choices
Are little voices
In the back of my head
That fill me with dread
For the choices ahead

I end up investing all my time and care
On someone who isn't there.
Wake up, fake a smile, and repeat
The next time we meet.
It's like slamming my head into concrete
But I've got a task to complete

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"
But it
Tastes like ****
Without sugar and salt
So I halt,
And start over
But success is like a four-leaf clover

This burden is mine to carry,
I should leave, I shouldn't tarry.
This is one heavy basket
That I shall carry to my casket
But I will endure
Till I can stand no more

I run
As I see a gun
Pointed at me
By society,
Forcing me to conform
To their belief system in every form
As is the norm

You can't even trust the shade,
Your own shadow carries a blade
Unexpectedly, It will strike
And you'll fall off your bike.
As you bring your bike to the garage,
You understand that trust is a mirage
But as you lay there, covered in mud
You realise, you'll manage
After all, what is war without a little blood?