4-14-19
Distant drumming
of a pileated woodpecker
sets the rhythm of the day.
© Erik Hansen 2019
4-13-19
4-13-19
Yard work, sun and sweat
produces a happiness
and an inner peace.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-12-19
4-12-19
Dried grass lies in mounds
graveyard of winters twilight
ushering in spring.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-11-19
4-11-19
Line them up
for the flavor of the day
whatever social kool aid
served up by
false prophets
ersatz celebrities
pretend friends
cue the puerile meme
photoshopped idiocy
the stupefied statements
that drip with sickly sweet
sugary sentiment.
Show me the iron in your truth
that dark lodestone
pointing to a cold, harsh
north.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-10-19
4-10-19
Honey’s aroma
emanates from the hive’s combs
void of bees for now.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-9-19
4-9-19
Cold gray sky beckons
my view outside this window
a poignant painting.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-8-19
4/8/19
Oil slicks float on puddles
rainbow washing
their raindrop rippled
surfaces
while a cardinal calls
from the dark
wet pines.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
4-7-19
4/7/19
The scent of fresh turned soil
decomposing leaves
markers of spring
points the clouds
to warmer days
lying on your back
on some sun warmed hillside
without a care in the world.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under American, Contemporary, Creative Writing, Edges, Literature, Poetry, Publishing, Self Publishing, Writing
4-6-19
4/6/19
A skulking hawk flees
a local band of blue jays
fierce in their numbers.
© Erik Hansen 2019
Filed under Edges
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