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 remember this October 21, 2010December 30, 2015 You’ll know if this makes sense to you: “And it starts, sometime around midnight. Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two. As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while. And the piano’s this… Read More
Poetry The Land and the Sky July 2, 2008December 30, 2015 There is a legend of a man and a woman who lived long ago. The man loved the woman more than anything and she loved him in return. He was a calm man, someone who knew the purpose of it all, who could see the wide view. But his love… Read More
Poetry How am I not myself? June 21, 2008December 30, 2015 I am an impostor standing alone secretly regarding the twenty-five kinds of gourmet waters available for purchase at prices similar to the wine. Ironically the granola-lined asphalt of the parking lot welcomed in my turbocharged Subaru with the ultra high performance tires, three inch exhaust and carbon fiber wing as… Read More