King’s Meadow

Leaves falling down

across the path


birds flying overhead

green is the grass

brown are the trees


squirrels climbing high

branches hanging low

crows in the air

then on the ground


windy weather all around

The Starved World

when I enlarge my thoughts

and see past the mundane

into the starved world

my spirit transforms 


as I embody the past

the present dissolves 

leaving only the future

to inhabit