November 14, 2014.
Here I am in southern California.
Here I am.
From the the sand to the Pacific
November 14, 2014.
Tag: andrew mackay
November 14, 2014.
Rusting trees
Photo by Andrew Mackay
What is a city
but a forest of slowly
rusting trees.
Mystique breeds
Photo by Andrew Mackay.
Mystique breeds in dark spaces
as light wanes, fades, dims, and disappears
the river obeys no
noise ordinance
its rushing gains majesty
performing with a symphony of crickets
as the backing band.
Smiles, sparkling
The water locks eyes with the sky
and smiles, sparkling
for under a clear,
fatherly sun,
there is no place
for quarrel.
Breathing summer
Photo by Andrew Mackay
Breathing summer
dappled sunlight like
black coffee,
bit by bit it filters through
to invigorate
every view stitched
into a quilt stored
in mind’s obscurity
brought out in
darker days
to warm one’s future
soul.
Through firs grown tall
Tendrils, grey
they slowly creep
deep through firs grown tall
pall, now dark descends
rends forests, long standing
branding hills with ashen scars
mars, once pristine, leaving,
grieving, wasteland borne
torn now asunder
In verdant decay
In verdant decay
the woods lie low, now
and wait for those that crawl
in humble obscurity
to give them new life
Some may fall with panache
shaking the forest floor
their final, primal scream
Others dissolve
giving one last gift
to their kin
and the countless
who’ve yet to sprout.
Unspoken Politics 