Hemlock

Hemlock

along the surf

a house sits dry as tinder

the garden

old as the Victorians

and within

the hemlock hedge

on summer nights

the light of the fireflies

grace

a garnet of gray

stone faces

gazing up

at the moon

they wake

from their slumber

by the sea

and it frightens

me

(c) 2018 Jan Darrow

photo: pixabay

Dear Readers

Dear Readers,

It's been a long HOT summer.  Did you spend time outside doing everything you wanted?  Or were you stuck in an airless cubicle?  How about that boss of yours?  Did you stay late to finish his/her reports?  Keeping that pasty skin really pasty?  Well fear not...autumn's almost here.  Time to get out into the fog and creep around.

Pull up a log by the fire.  Breathe in that smokey air.  I'll put up some stories.  We'll crack a few bones and settle in for winter.

Jan  

Tonight

Tonight

evening fields of color

float up to the moon

shadows seam

into a gathering of green

charming the river

into a rhyme

of age-old words

whispered 

into a thousand 

dreams

(c) Jan Darrow

photo: pixabay