I see my written word and sometimes I like them and others times, not so much. This page will feature my poems, notes, haigu and haiku poems. I am working, slowly on a book of photo/paintings with poems.
A Winter’s Fox
Snow is falling, as quiet as a mouse
in its velvet robes of stainless white.
Winter uses all the blues there are
the spruces glitter in the moonlight night.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
red-brown flames arise.
Native spirits which art everywhere
live out here in the wild.
There I saw a lone fox swaying,
to a lullaby song of evening.
A patient creature, yes indeed
growls softly, deep into Orion’s sky.
quasi cento poem by Donna Fullerton
Easter Storm at Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes
We rushed toward the desert monsoon
seeking to capture a rare midday storm.
We arrived to the valley of ever-changing dunes
with layers quilted, shifting in cadential form.
Isolated and distant beneath purple majestic peaks
whose grains of time find harsh deposit.
Ocean winds once prevailed now serve faithless creeks
meandering through limestone composites.
An expanse where time ceases and wind erases,
sounds non-existent between the spaces of my steps.
Shimmering hues and tumultuous lightning amazes,
awakening childlike wonder in sacred vortexes.
That afternoon’s midnight sky sang to me a quiet minuet,
falling upon the desert’s newest sapphire silhouette.
