Friday, November 28, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 28 



Three crows play
the wind's game

and once again
it's the wind

that wins.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Thursday, November 27, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 27 



Stone, here,
as if the earth's

bones are showing.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 26 



Silence,
like the

sharp-eyed
hawk,

waits.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 25 



Oh, hawk, won't you
teach me not to

fly in where I
can't get out?



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Monday, November 24, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 24 



Sun still low in the east.
Long shadows on the wet grass.

A cool breeze moves the morning
air and the cottonwood's

promise is not worth much.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Friday, November 21, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 21 



It is not rock
which is eternal

but the wearing
down of rock.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Thursday, November 20, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 20 



Shine on
the eastern sky.

Luminous haze
above the fields.

Morning has made
its solemn promise.

And now, yes,
the sun comes up.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 19 



So much
I do not

understand -
I should

sit down.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 18 



Great blue heron
drags the morning in.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Monday, November 17, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 17 



Sure as
sugar,

the sweet
rise of

morning
sun. Bright

as vinegar.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Friday, November 14, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 14 



Wind in the trees.
The bear
comes down the mountain.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Thursday, November 13, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 13 



Yes, we were
star dust, and

we are
wishing to be

star dust
again.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 12 



Someday
silence.

Til then
I'll make

my noise.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 11 



Sadness heaved up
like mountains -

still the morning sun.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

Monday, November 10, 2014

LINES FOR NOVEMBER 10 



Cottonwood,
you're good

at dropping
branches

on us.
Is that

how you
survive,

letting go
one piece

at a time?



# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:30 AM

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