A wind rocks early buds.
I wrap my jacket closer.
Through a damp chill
exhilaration smiles
- anticipation.
A philosopher, poet, artist and scientist traveling the nexus where space, time and thought meet. I write haiku, short poems, and brief essays. As a visual artist I have created sculpture, paintings, and drawings. My work has been shown in distinguished galleries. My scientific work includes: medical and academic research, technical research, and software development. Please come again. You may return here using www.muskratchatter.me
Friday, October 17, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Wind Song
I sing crazy songs,
hoping all will hear.
Wind sweeps the shore.
Salty air touches me.
Green shutters slam
on a misty dawn.
A thick storm rising
cries a wind song
only periwinkles hear.
hoping all will hear.
Wind sweeps the shore.
Salty air touches me.
Green shutters slam
on a misty dawn.
A thick storm rising
cries a wind song
only periwinkles hear.
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