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Category Archives: Musings
Promise of Today
Pale yellow new-day Dawning behind black trees, A sunset in reverse. Promise of today, Seeping through the leaves, Breaks the evening’s curse. The sun, unseen, affects this change With the light that it supplies. The moon, suspended, in the West Watches as the darkness dies.
If I Had Stayed
If I had stayed inside today I’d have never seen the hawks Sparring in the February sun
Far Too Often
2017 Recap
I’m happy to report another exciting year in the world of byHerndon! All The Trees Clap Their Hands was premiered by the Milton High School Indoor Drumline and received a shout out from Chad Floyd who composed “Summer Treehouse” which was featured in the show as source music. The Tipping Point (performed by the MiltonContinue reading “2017 Recap”
Snow
The powder floats down Like an infinite, sheer curtain. Zoom in and you can Follow a single flake Parachuting through the air Until it lands and is lost, Assimilated by the white frosting. The lawn sparkles Like the sea. Pretzel stick limbs are smeared With peppermint cream. Every bush bows low Under the weight ofContinue reading “Snow”
Look At All That Blue
(EX)pERspeCtI(S)vE
The tree stood like a man in sharp, green carpet. The Ohio sun provided light, but no heat, And November had flung leaves at his feet like confetti. The man stood like a tree, Feet planted in the carpet. A cheap chandelier, Pale as the Ohio sun, Lit the confetti That littered theContinue reading “(EX)pERspeCtI(S)vE”
Rain Beats And Beads
Much of the time, I live in my plans and my past. My imagination and memory; What has been and what might be. Much of the time, I live in my mind. But, here, in the now, Rain beats and beads on the glass. On the mountain, it feeds the stream That runs theContinue reading “Rain Beats And Beads”
Reach
We’re not born knowing how to reach. It’s something we learn over time as our parents dangle our favorite toys within our field of vision, but just outside of our grasp. We follow the toys with our never-known-defeat, not-afraid-to-admit-our-desire eyes and, one day, we raise our bratwurst arms and wriggle our anemone fingers and reach.Continue reading “Reach”
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