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