Should She

(Photo copyright Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixel Narratives)

SHOULD SHE
The afternoon sun brightens the forest,
just before it hits the horizon;
a small doe timidly steps onto
the crushed gravel road.

Should she cross this barren terrain,
or should she retreat to safety?
Prepare to leap if danger encroaches,
she steps into the road.

Cornfield

(Photo copyright Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixel Narratives)

CORNFIELD
The cornfield, slowing starting to yellow,
neglected in the darkening sky
as grass and storm clouds move in.

Or maybe the yellowing corn
is near the outer fields
as the storm has passed away.

Birdhouses

(Photo copyright Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixel Narratives)

BIRDHOUSESThe birdhouses line the vivid blue fence
all different sizes, all different colors,
awaiting families them all.

Robins and wrens,
bluebirds and finches,
swallows and a woodpecker or two.

What lovely homes they appear to be
how I wish I was a little birdie
to make my home cozy and sound.

Grocery Store

Grocery Store

Cars pull in the lot
parking willy nilly;
people of all gender and race
size and color, too.

The breeze picks up
pulling the heat
from the oil-stained asphalt
between the yellow lines.

Two gallons of milk;
paper, plastic or cloth,
environmentally conscious
or people caring less.

We are the way,
the how, the where,
the why, the when,
the what the fuck.

Power makes the world go ‘round
Power is what gets ahold of you
and never lets you go.

The Barn

(Photo copyright Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixel Narratives)

THE BARN




The big barn down the lane

sit under the thunderheads,

waiting for rain and all of the wind

secure and sturdy he stands.



The big barn down the lane

has passed a century old;

well-kept and well-loved

outliving the creators hands.



The big barn down the lane

beautiful in a majestic way;

lumber is worn, hinges are frayed

but confidence is always portrayed.

The Sycamore Tree

(Photo copyright Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixel Narratives)

THE SYCAMORE TREE


The Sycamore protects the house
with long, lean limbs of white;
so old with age, it’s hard to say
how much longer she will be around.

The Sycamore looms not in the horizon,
but in the side yard of the house;
sheltering the house in summer
but leaving anxiety with the cold wind.

The Sycamore tree, a friend a foe,
stands tall above the land;
how long will she last, is it her time to go
or will she reign as Queen of them all?

Rain Clouds

Photo copyright Keith Rightmyer

Rain Clouds

Clouds are bubbling up
although a sliver of sun still shines;
will the rain come again,
or will the clouds blow away?