Honeybees playing
Bouncing and buzzing between
Flowers and I slip
Into daydreams of summer
Into nightmares of winter
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Blue Sky
Blue sky and white clouds
Crisp Spring air kisses softly
Time slips by but words
Linger, how many days? Years?
It’s been too long, where are you?
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Hot Earl Grey Tea
Hot earl grey tea in
the morning a quiet cry
lingers in the blood
the people in a panic
“Leaders” calling themselves kings
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Waking
I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
What your voice sounds like doves coo
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Creature in the Forest (Part 4)
I picked up his body and hauled him deeper into the woods. I can smell his blood still, it’s left a trail I’m sure the cougar and maybe a wandering bear will pick it up soon.
I threw him in between the crevices along the jagged boulders that line the river heading north where there is snow year-round, where there aren’t any men, no humans up there. It will take a while before he is picked clean by the things that live in the rocks but it is a good place for him.
If anyone comes looking for him, it will be difficult to get him out, whatever is left. Giving me time to flee if needed even though I don’t want to leave my home. The forest has been my home for so many seasons, I’ve forgotten how many.
When did I first wander up here?