angie werren (triflings)

angie werren

the map scares me.

angie werren 17

cold gray damp and the neighbor's lilac has gone musty like dirty jeans !17

angie werren

it's cold this morning // my sweaters are folded in cedar-chipped boxes

angie werren

what I thought were jays are actually hawks // blue becomes red in an instant

angie werren

the first leaf falls unnoticed // and the world tilts

angie werren

overgrown grass in the foreclosed lot / rustles with rabbits // a pair of red-tails check out the neighborhood comps

angie werren

cool change breezes through an open window // the air is fragrant with reds and yellows

angie werren

blue-jay screams from the white azalea and suddenly / he is a gull / gliding the waves on a waxy green board

angie werren

// crimson-tipped purple / coneflowers on stout stems / capture early dew //

angie werren

she glances at me / jane eyre in her eyes / I don't want to live vicariously she says // I won't be subjugated

angie werren

tree-roots meet underneath old farmhouse floorboards / red maples grasp each other with lonely gnarled hands // they'll fall together

angie werren

the asphalt sizzles like grandma's iron skillet // forgotten on the flame

angie werren

cricket and frog collaborate in the creek bed // dog howls his derivation to the moon

angie werren

walking through wet grass and wild strawberry vines // my toes disturb crickets who jump through the air like corn in hot oil

angie werren

squirrel chatter echoes in the fog // and the mourning dove woos

angie werren

clouds will move in from the rockies / changing moisture into vapor // she'll still sit in this valley / a dry solid part of the whole

angie werren

wood chippers shred the morning calm // trees tremble beneath derisive service wires

angie werren

he throws perseids like ripe apples / an outburst of celestial proportions

angie werren

his every word haunts her / it pierces the air like poetry

angie werren

rain-soaked rudbekia turns curious eyes // toward the sun