Strive to be antique.
Your value is already
considerable.
B.J.
Category: Poetry
Snowmelt
Snowflakes fall to Earth
and melt like wicked witches.
Gone by noon again.
River tryna freeze
River tryna freeze.
Old hip talks to papa now.
Red Dog don’t notice.
Winter
Precious sun retreats,
leaving night the frozen stage.
Dawn! Our salvation.
Rough beast
Sometimes you just have to stop and take the pictures. This guy made me think what rough beast…?
He (it?) wasn’t slouching toward anything, just standing there along the trail at Barr Lake State Park in Colorado.
Beauty is more than bark deep.
The Smith Compound 