Alpine Song

The shepherd tumbles his ditty
Into wide open arms of air
His oblivious charges gorge on long grass
Bleating in familiar accompaniment

Vampire

A Nightmare roosts on the bed post
Its sickle-shaped wings folded in repose
Waiting for evening to draw its curtain
And the sleeper to lay her head

Literary Appetite

My favorite thirst is the thirst for words
A turn of phrase as succulent as a peach
An image, silk threads glistening in a tapestry
A story on feathered wings and flight for the mind
To be hungry and to be fed;
There is no greater joy

Static Cling

Dreams cling to each eyelash
Invisible and weightless;
A blink blows them away
And an inhale draws them back