cónocht an earraigh * *Irish for Spring Equinox Like a girl in a coma waking in bed the land slowly regains her memory of swollen rain cloud cloak of mist folded on rowan, alder and wych elm Knowing the smoldering heart insists swallows dip in sweeps overhead renewing with twig and dirt in beaks the […]
In an unknown Asian country, mild tremors rock the earth all day. I am walking the wobbly roads of a small village where few live. China? Am I in China? Clay walls, red roofs, green doors, geese waddling, dogs napping in smoke. How did I get here? I don’t want to be in China. I […]
Just as day starts fading night draining the sky of light a red throated hummingbird whirrs in sipping the cosmos blooming just for me Rayn Roberts
What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
Roaches in the kitchen Rats in the rafters Ants in the cookie jar Act now not after Huffin’ and puffin’ Wolf at the door Blowin’ down the house That’s what’s in store Crows in the cornfield Mice in the larder Weasel in the white house Gotta try harder! Stand up America! Stand Up America! Afrika […]
Naturalist & Photographer, Thomas Gable’s Intention Reminiscence Bring The Grizzly Bear Back How Mind Moves I Create Heaven Climbing Mountains The Last of the Ice by Tom Gable Photo by Rayn Roberts Rayn Roberts on The Road 2017
Sometime before the land turned away from light The wind in the wild mustard slowed The sun, being where is always is, the moon too Twilight and moonrise were in me. Something small and quick sprang and ran. The long grass bent as I watched the urge to chase Corner and kill rise and fall […]