Garden's Invader

photo by Kit Yoon

Garden's Invader

by Fro Macoon

A vine

snaking its viper-green

neck 

through

the

wreckage of tomato.

troops of pollen

standing

loyally

beside the

vine, ready

to

invade

the peace of

the plants

so delicately

planted

in

this garden

this tomato

this weed

this army

garden invader.

Sunset

photo by Kit Yoon

Sunset

by Fro Macoon

Day fades out and

The sun

dies, slowly,

sinking

beyond the

mountains

setting

fire to the

sky

not day

not night

but

the time

in between

when

the light

is disappearing

slowly

transforming

to blackness

sunset

Leaves of snow

photo by Kit Yoon

Leaves of Snow

by Fro Macoon

White petals fall from

Their clusters

Landing on

The puddles, the cars, the wet cement

like snow.

White, like snow,

Dancing from the sky like snow,

But those

Are the only

things they

have 

in

common.

They fill the air with

Their gentle, delicate 

grace

like a

flying

bird in the

sky of

snowy

petals. 

Flowers of Fire

photo by Kit Yoon

Flowers of Fire

by Fro Macoon

Their shades of

Red and

Light pink, sunset pink

Set the petals

To a red fire

A flower of fire

Blooming 

From the rich earth

Fire

It can be harmful,

Killing all

Life in an

Area

But, yet,

It is forgiving

It 

Gives life

To this flower, this

Flower of fire

Tower

Photo by Kit Yoon

Tower

by Fro Macoon

Someone

On that hot dry day,

Left a tower

Of rocks

Leaning on the sand, pressed against

Each other for

Strength.

It seems like

The tower will never

Leave, will never

Be dismantled 

From the strong grip of the other rocks, 

the rocks and the

Sand.

But in time,

All in time,

The waves, the waves

Will stretch up to this shore,

Pulling back

With everything it needs to take

Into its churning, 

foaming clutches

Stripping that shore clean.

Sunny Fur Ball

photo by Momo

Sunny Fur Ball

by Fro Macoon

Her whiskers flick

At the slightest touch,

Eyes blinking in the bright sun

Fur ruffles in the silken breeze,

Ears twitch,

She is always moving,

Never a still creature,

And yet,

She stretches out in the sun 

To bask in its warm, inviting light

A sunny fur ball.

Lace

photo by Kit Yoon

Lace

By Fro Macoon

Thin as sheets of paper,

Their stems crackling with browned age,

They survived through the harsh winter,

Their delicate stems bowed with the weight of the snow,

Spidery thin,

Papery,

All life is gone from them now

Yet beauty still shines through their 

lacy

petals.