Warm Music in a Cold Dark Winter

One of my favorite musicians has a new album: "Nobody's Flowers" by Persson. His genre is rock/jazz/blues. All beautifully done. He is a perfectionist I think and I enjoy every single tune of his.

December 21, 2009

Walking home on the shortest day of the year: 

Watching the cracked pavement

and all the paraphernalia of life go by,

smashed and broken, lost or abused, trifles, to be discarded

heartlessly . . .

every stray bit of paper face down,

                                      as if ashamed, and

lying still, clinging to the wet weeds along the way.

 At a busy corner lies a bloody tooth

                               long and narrow . . .

I jerk my head up to see

coldly remote

the silent silver sun

bursting through the black tree

                                                 branches . . . and

                 striking the tall cell towers . . .

reflecting back the dazzling

         glow

in hopes of correspondence

                     but expecting no reply.

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FAll    11-2009

Knobby faces on trees

Silently pleading,

So many lines of geese

Like bandits fleeing.

Sunkissed leaves like the kite

drifting and falling,

Black wolf to the moon light

Echoes its calling.

Puddles reflect grayed sky

Perfumed wind rushing,

Sunsets like a mantel

On mountains blushing.

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