The nocturnal moon shines down,     

upon the newborn leaves;

hoarfrost is lurking in the shadows,

like a malingering band of thieves.


The lunar orb can only watch,

as they plan their evil spells;

while unsuspecting buds are coaxed,

from their protective shells.


Life is only a moment away,

but death is just as near;

the tiny foliage yearns to grow,

naïve to any fear.


Aurora peeks over the horizon,

frustrated rime is chased away;

it will have to wait till harvest moon,

genesis has seized the day.








You Don’t know What it’s like to be Me

You Don't Know Me
If you ain’t been thrown down by the angst of life,
If you ain’t been cheated on by a no good wife
If you ain’t been down so far you’re lower than dirt,
Then you don’t know what it’s like to be me.
If you haven’t traveled that long road to hell and back
If you ain’t lost everything and spent time living in a shack
If you don’t know what it is to give away your last shirt
Then you don’t know what it’s like to be me.
If you ain’t seen the face of God in the sky above
If you ain’t held a baby made purely of love
If you ain’t felt so lonely beyond any hurt
Then you don’t know what it’s like to be me.

Unrelenting Fog

Fog is so mysterious. It can be scary, wet, suffocating, beautiful, or blinding.  It can hang low or hug the ground. It can look like cotton candy or have spiritual attributes.  However you think of fog, it is always noticeable and thought-provoking. 
Oh fog, hugging to the ground so tight,
you crept into the fields during the night.
Chilling to the bone, the wetness prevails,
loneliness, it’s companion, constantly wails.
Clinging to the trees, their fingers you grasp,
at the rising sun, an escaping gasp.
You roll across the landscape, running from fate,
only to rise higher as the morning turns late.
Hiding from us, beneath that veil,
our imaginations never fail.
Oh fog, oh fog, you mystical sight,
how you cause us such delicious fright!

Witches Night Out

WitchesDanceI stood at the edge of the woods,
already the day was well into the night.
My desire to get home more quickly,
overcame my moment of fright.
Starting down the overgrown path,
hoping not to lose my way.
Without the help of the moonlight,
I stumbled through the decay.
Deep within the forest,
I saw a pale eerie glow.
Shadows fluttered through the trees,
I drew nearer till I could see below.
The sight made my heart hesitate,
terror took a firm hold.
Afraid to stay… yet unable to go,
my palms became wet and cold.
I hid behind a large tree stump,
overcome by a feeling of dread.
As I began to comprehend,
I was witness to the dance of the dead
Yellow flames licked the night air,
little demons circled the pit.
Holding hands while singing a chant,
their bodies jerking in a fit.
I wanted to turn and run,
but my feet were frozen in place.
The sorceress lifted her head to moan,
I saw her wicked face.
Her features were distorted,
her pointed hat bent out of shape.
She gave a throaty laugh,
as she threw back her blackened cape.
In the midst of her incantation,
her eyes were suddenly on me.
I knew instantly I had been caught,
I stumbled to my feet to flee.
I ran desperately through the thicket,
my heart pounding fiercely inside my chest.
My breathing had become frantic,
as I attempted to climb the crest.
I felt a hand on my shoulder,
one of her disciples pulled me to the ground.
I tried to let out a scream,
but did not utter a sound.
I crawled back away from the hooded demon,
his face, hidden from my sight.
Still, I felt his eyes staring at me,
I glanced anxiously into the night.
He laughed a deep toned laugh,
“Go little one, run away.
There will be no place for you to hide,
even by the light of day.”
Without hesitation,
I took off through the trees.
Not once did I look back,
even to see if he was following me.
Relaxing, only when,
our little town came into sight.
I looked towards the horizon,
surprised by the first morning light.
Spying the church, I ran inside,
sat wearily down in a pew.
The man sitting in the next seat turned,
“Little one, how good it is to see you!”





There is a house down by the bay,
that even by the light of day,
it is a frightening sight.
With the shutters falling down,
the tall grass turning brown,
to the neighbors, it is a blight.

I have heard rumors for years,
that in some – put fears,
that this house had a haunt.
How easily I thought,
some people are overwrought,
but I would not be daunt.

What could make me flee,
I just had to see,
being the fool that I am.
That night I set out,
to see what the mystery was about,
unknowingly, I became the lamb.

The hour was late,
as I passed through the gate,
moonlight had already struck the moist ground.
From the window by the tree,
something was watching me,
unaware, I heard not a sound.

The gate closed with a creak,
my knees became weak,
the muscles in my stomach taut.
To the porch I stumbled,
“Don’t be craven”, I mumbled,
my courage I desperately sought.

I wanted to turn and run,
not finish what I had begun,
I felt compelled to run and hide.
Too late for these thoughts,
as the door handle I caught,
I forced myself inside.

Surveying the hall,
a large portrait on one wall,
a chair covered with a sheet.
In the middle of the room.
a winding staircase loomed,
the air smelled of bittersweet.

I stepped on the first stair,
brushing cobwebs from my hair,
the wood gave way to my weight.
Through my leg the pain shot,
a gasp in my throat caught,
my mind contemplated my fate.

A minor scrape to the knee,
I pulled myself free,
and fell back on the floor.
Then a chill passed by,
and I heard a cry,
faintly, from behind the far door.

“Who is there?” I said,
not using my head,
but then, came a reply.
“Your soul is lost I fear,
why did you come here?”
the voice said with a sigh.

“This house will never let you leave,
your lives shall weave,
the two of you will become as one.
There will be a day,
when comes yet another prey,
and still, it will not be done.”

“Why do you tell me this!”
I screamed with a hiss,
“Why are you lying to me?”
“What I say is true,
and I pity you,
because soon you will be like me.”

Forever roaming these halls,
no one hearing your calls,
none but the foolish dare to come near.
You should have listened to those afraid,
your future you made,
the moment you entered in here.”

Ignoring the lies,
I wiped my eyes,
and struggled to my feet.
Pulling at the door knob,
holding back a sob,
refusing to admit defeat.

To the window I went,
my energy nearly spent,
but the glass just wouldn’t break.
I slid to the floor,
the tears began to pour,
from this nightmare I wanted to wake.

So the stories were true,
why didn’t I listen to,
what the wise elders had to say.
I came to explore,
now I am trapped ever more,
in the house down by the bay.


I wrote a song

I don’t normally write songs, I write poetry, some story telling, stories about photos I took or poetry about photos I took.  This came to me in a song in my head.  Country song.  I don’t write music but I could hear all the parts.  I don’t know how songwriters do what they do, but this is how it worked for me.  I hope you enjoy.


Just last night he came over
said he’d found who he wanted to see.
He found his perfect lover
and that it wasn’t me.

He said “Darlin’ I love you,
but not in the way you need.
Please don’t you cry now,
you’ll find better than me.”

“Can’t we still be friends?
I know you’ll like her too.
Her name is Diana,
She’s a lot like you.”

I said, “We can do that,
but there is one thing about me.
I am not your kid sister.”
Then I plowed him with my knee.

I don’t want to be a rebound,
I need someone who’s gonna stay.
I don’t need someone’s reject.
I don’t want to be a throw away.

I’ll find myself a real man,
someone looking just for me.
Damn straight I’ll find someone better,
my one, my only….. my destiny.

Evil Woody



This is one of my personal favorite Haiku’s, Woody from Toy Story was tossed at the toy box, but went into the window instead, this is how he landed.  Really.  I could not have asked for a better photograph setup.  I would have never thought of Woody being anything but sweet. nice and caring until this photo.  Hope you enjoyed the joke.