Desert of the Dunes

June 13, 2018 at Hoffmaster State Park in Michigan.

From the dusty mesa
Her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spine up slowly
Towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin
My fingers ran with blood

When the last light warms the rocks
And the rattlesnakes unfold
Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

,,,,rise with me forever
Across the silent sand
And the stars will be your eyes
And the wind will be my hands

(Excerpts from Far from any Road by Songwriters: Brett Sparks / Rennie S Sparks)

On a hot summer hike on the dunes at Hoffmaster State Park.

Marsh Green

June 5, 2018 Marine Creek Park in Fort Worth, TX

Running on a trail around a small lake in Fort Worth, I saw a little dark green plant on the edge of a slime covered cement slab; slanted toward a marshy stream.  Of course, I knew my feet would get wet and covered in green ooze.  I would possibly be insect swarmed.   But it looked pretty there, alone and dripping with damp on a hot Texas morning.  So I went.  

LIFE
Life teems
over wet concrete-
green and dripping, 
lush, even in the Texas heat;
like you and I running: 
vibrant, drenched, and
ready for anything.
 

She's Dreaming of the Woods

Taken in May 2018 at Saugatuck Dunes State Park. Tall and straight.

A very brief collage poem:

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,

(big
ger than
big
gest could even
begin to be) dream

To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze.

(Title: Emily Dickinson  Lines: 1 - Into my own - Robert Frost; 2 - what is  e.e. cummings 3 - Renescense - Edna St. Vincent Millay)