At the graveyards edge
by the woods...
i found this sculpture...
no tombstone....
the grave
was lined in bricks
with flowers growing.....
it was wide ..
like 2 people
maybe 3
lay sleeping......
no names
no dates...
just a statue
of a barefoot man
holding a bird..
the look
on his face
bid me to go.
i did not feel welcome.
his eyes
seemed to say
the bones
benieth him
was sacred.

In the woods
Benieth honeysuckle vines
i found a bucket
tattered and torn..
(i did not disturb it's time there..)
small animals know
the sound of rain..
tapping a tin roof....
cool in the summer
benieth the folage,
a safe place to hide.
soon it would be covered
in brier's and twisted vines
hidden from sight........
through summer
and Autumn..
Keeping warm and dry
through winter's time....
frozen in ice
and snow...
where large teeth
and claws
can not carry it away.....
how could i disturb
this resting place
created by Nature
and luck...

as i stood
on the front pourch
looking in the window...
I felt the strength
of a strong
foundation...
it's beauty
in the midst
of ruins
said many things..
vines from
ancient gradens
climbed the walls
that once
was warm and dry...
untouched
by rain and wind...
Her windows
could not hide
the love she held...
the laughter
and tears
of a family
that called
her home...
standing there
i felt not sadness
but joy.

when parents die
some familys
grow apart...
things change.
those who would
not give up
their time
or money
are first in line
to inherit something..
they take more
they care less...
once it's over
often times
we find
they took more
than we knew..
I have seen
those who did nothing
end up with it all.
greed sets in.
they shy away
from the rest
( thinking they are better)
never thanking those
who did
the dirty work.
once parents die
the true self
of family
can not be hidden..

looking out the window
facing the lake
behind the house
a feeling came to me...
telling me
to wash the window.
the voice was silent
and seemed to be
upset with the window..
( I was Alone)
Two times
i've entred the Cabin,
once through a window,
This time
the door was open.
Both times
I have seen
perfect Orbs
within this space..
It is not so much
as i believe in them..
just a fact, I am one
who found them
in my pictures......
I do not question
what others claim i see
when Orbs appear...
now this picture
saddens me
makes me feel guilty,
for i did not
wash the window...