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Sunday, November 16, 2014

night comes quick

on the mountain

by mid afternoon the towering palms
have blocked the western light

sunfingers probe between the fronds
groping
desperately straining to reach us
as we sit on the cool grass

i hear the evening breeze
whisper as it breathes away
the last of the day

shadows
lengthen

suddenly night falls
and the silence
shouts so loud
that my ears ring

night comes quick
on the mountain

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

on the mountain

morning comes slow
on the mountain

the light creeps through
the canopy gently
parting the palm fronds
with careful fingers
as if to give
a quiet warning alarm first
before the real wake-up call
and then a snooze option too

the night voices speak and fade away
huge gecko's, rasping
rustling, chirping jungle sounds
of unknown creatures
whose life is lived in the shadows

and on the floor, small black mounds
that tell me
the house is haunted

except that papa steps in it
and mutters to himself
on his way to the coffee machine

morning comes slow
on the mountain