Word Painting of the Columbia at Night

Word Painting of the Columbia at Night

by Tim Reed

Night scatters day’s ashes

From east to west

the Heron flattens her wings

greyblue on whispering water

lullaby of Rail and River

harmonize with night rhymes 

emeralds, rubies, and amber 

escape on vitreous ripples

we gaze above as winged Hermes

usurps Polaris’ throne

as my roots turn upward

the Heron launches towards Dawn

Trampling Death by Death

Trampling Death by Death

by Timothy Reed

I have known joy

but am more at home with sorrow

in memory of a long night

my eyes squint, suspicious of dawn

as I remember you

you breathed your last - gave your spirit

(saturday)

then you took life as a crown

and snapped the neck of death

but on the day between

I visit her grave, and weep

 (for this parenthesis)

while my mother is but ash 

caged in stone

Sunday is coming

(saturday dwindles daily)

Sunday is coming