Raven Jon Hillenbrand, March 26, 2011December 30, 2015 Raven alight upon my ledge Tapping at frosted glass. Barely the handle is turned when you leap inside Transforming into the Night Beauty. You sing and I am yours. I woo you, love you, make you mine You wrap your wings around me and we fly together into the sky. I grasp you close, But my hold is too tight. Your feathers wilt. You call out to the blue sky. I see you at the window again. I open it and you are free. My room is smaller now. I see your feathers upon my pillow. The clocks are louder. I pray for rain so you might visit. I search the trees and the sky for you. I listen for your call. But you do not. Poetry birdsflightlosslovephotographyromantic comedieswindows
Poetry I hope September 26, 2008December 30, 2015 I hope the human world gets better but not at the expense of human greatness. I hope peace and happiness spring up like flowers from the seeds of democracy being sewn in the Middle East, but not at the expense of culture. I hope cynicism doesn’t take over America, but… Read More
Poetry If you forget me June 26, 2010December 30, 2015 I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to… Read More
Poetry Plump Berries October 14, 2008December 30, 2015 First I saw the cherry. Then I saw the long dark sweet ink trickling entangled down her creamy curves. Should I spoil her freshly fallen field of pale snow? Would I ever recover from sinfully sampling her unsophisticated sensuality? A hellfire might await me after such a kiss, or a… Read More