high above the fairway fringe

bald eagle perches in wintry sycamore

does he, too, revel in his majesty?

degraded hearts

mining

yesterday’s sorrows

another night

void of sleep

painting watercolors

in semi-darkness

i know a good people

when i see them

quite easy identifying the bad

yet, i’m clueless to explain

how so many are unable to

tell the difference

your antiseptic smile

distillery of all

my hopes & dreams

there’s a witch hidden in me —

spells cast with eerie self-righteousness,

I cackle with malice & delight

frigid blue skies

showcase the sun

today, a stark contrast

perched outside our sunroom window

the scarlet red of old friends

wondering why the feeder’s empty