It was a strange magical evening, the fireflies danced with the stars. Flitting just with in the treeline, they zoomed around the cottage. The nightly heat filled us with lethargy; our young bodies glistening in the dark. Holding tight to empty porridge bottles, waiting, in…

Firefly Bottle Mask Porridge Zoom Lethargy Treeline Heat Strange Cottage   The zeal to write is dead. I think lethargy pulled the trigger, Or took flight on the wings of a firefly. Or maybe, the intense heat of emotions Finally turned my writings into a…

I pull myself from my lethargy Curled in the bed of my cottage The morning is cold I can see the mist on the treeline Through the bedroom window The wine bottle on the porch Lights with the last firefly of the evening Leaving to…

Oh how I envy, the firefly Warm and snug in her cottage While I mask my distaste and muffle sighs Of a life above the treeline Strange, abundant, providence- how she denies Me, the warmth and heat Of the firefly

There’s a strange cottage in the woods it lurks just beyond the tree line, out of sight. Even the heat of summer cannot affect the cool atmosphere around the cottage. Sometimes when I’m overheating I’ll zoom past the treeline to the lake the cottage rests…

The hum of the cottage AC fills the evening air Empty bottles decorate the porch with diffracted light Heat pitter patters on the Midwestern breeze, As fireflies emerge for their nightly performance This ode to classic Americana has faded into the fringes With its purpose…

One day when the MASKS come off, And forgotten smiles touch us once again, It might be STRANGE but, We will have learned to listen to unsaid words, Of songs that speak of love and pain. One day when the air is clean We will…

  Come, wildcat! Come, tiger! Courageous and strong They stand on hind legs And join in the song    Of cedar, doug fir, maple, and pine  To the canopy, their roars rise higher to a river of starlight above fragrant woods they play and leap…

prompt 9 hour 9 loathly zoom meetings   staring at the tree line hovering just beyond the strange drone of the zoom meeting lulling me in this heat into lethargy trapped like porridge in a bottle and just as willing to move.   I mask…

Can you bottle the fireflies that dance in the night? Can you harness the wind from butterflies in flight? Can you steal the heat from the sun or the moon from the sky? Can you hold the treeline hostage while the sunset comes alive? Impossible…