Safe and Sound

How far will be the thugs,

the tyrants, the knobby despots

of the demilitarized zone 

when comes the last flash,

the end gale, the gaudy finish

to our gold-plated tyranny?

Far enough, but we’ll be right here.

From this morning’s news for Bjorn in the Garden.

And Then Someone Brings Up The Dreaded Real World

All of this is fragile

smoky sunset

evening coffee

maple leaves in soft breeze

song of whip-poor-will

this delicious feeling

If I look up

the greensuckle sky

floats a warning--

Comfort is fleeting

satisfaction a momentary

result of imagination

Soon enough

lucidity rushes in

to fill the space

between clouds and skull

rendering downtime dreams

impractical again

From Fireblossom’s Word List: GREEN, MOMENTARY, LUCID, RENDERING

My Lover the Mountain

So often

have I draped my limbs

across this loving mountain

that her granite

is softened by my rocking

her conifers

flattened on one side

from supporting my rest

her maples

reddening early

in anticipation

For Kerry in the Garden: HUMAN/LANDSCAPE INTERACTIONS

Ponytales

My hair holds stories

tied back loosely

against the chaos

of letting it down

each strand

carrying its own lie

just barely contained

Mud & Guts

Dead

doe

moments

earlier

scouting for babies

reduced to side-of-the-road mud

& how it all changes for fawns

       watching from the woods

For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: MUDDY

Behind Blue

True

seems useless

musing on blue

when moon and rain

bend the riverway

as she sways

I have mused

on these truths

Now tree

swallows riot

rose bramble

behind fences

And so it seems

out of tune

to go on musing

blue moon truths

the riverway as

she bends and sways

and rain and rain

and rain

For Margaret’s COLOR prompt in the Imaginary Garden