Mired in the swampland

Silent, glide through cedar knees

What lies in the deep?

Walk between the lines

Nature reclaims empty roads

Take another step

The sun’s here again

Cold blooded reptiles stretch out

Absorbing the heat

The Mississippi

Wide and full, muddy and old

The end of all things

Above creaking trees

Reaching up, my wings outstretched

Did I lose my head?

Heading further west

Following the sinking sun

Perpetual dusk

Someone left this oak

To oversee the hedgerow

What good will we leave?

Now the skies have cleared

This cerulean mirror

Fills my selfish eyes

Storm light silhouettes

The old oak. Who has been here

And seen steely skies?

Time renders all stark

Everything’s falling apart

Cloudy skies grow dark

Beaten down by rain

Verdant greens turn into grey

Heavy with decay

The train lines are gone

But at the back of beyond

This bridge still stands strong

To find my way back

I must fall into the cracks

Pick up all my slack

Corroding copies

Are a pale imitation

Far beyond my reach

As the first light dawns

New day emerges from grey

Again I’m reborn

Snowdrops reappear

We begin another year

Keep the earth held near

At dawn the stags rut

Beneath a silver wolf moon

I’m captivated

Sharp shards of sunlight

Pierce between furry frost fronds

Open wide my eyes

I have meandered

Into quiet backwaters

Nothing to see here

Buried in the fog

At the bottom of the pile

Turn your face away

Can I see beyond

This rough and ragged hillside?

Stuck in the long grass

Outside freezing fog

Inside a foggy fever

Waiting for the thaw