A flock of robins Darted here and there Their controlled chaos In trees, in air Swirling and spiraling Grey, blue and red Chirping and peeping Was heard overhead Where juniper berries Hung heavy on trees The robins feasted In the late fall breeze One after the other They had their fill Whoosh All was calm… Read More Whoosh


Glass bottles Thrown from docks Burst under waves Break over rocks Rolled in the sea Tumbled by sand They run aground Back on dry land With edges buffed And shine frosted Glass once new Now worn and salted Ready to be found By a discerning soul Who’ll see someone’s trash As treasure to behold