One Single Impression: Fleeting

The shadow, as dusk

gives way to night, stealthily

fades from his master.

New moon masked in black

absorbs silent shadows from

dying broken souls.

A bird too young to

know chirps at the newborn sight

of fleeting shadow.

One Single Impression: Seeds

a nibble
on the skin,
exploring
tongue.

flesh succumbs
to the pink
organ; he
tests.

there flows from
the crevice
a tangy
juice.

he laps it,
his taste buds
dancing a
tango.

the wet lips
part, sending
him into
ecstacy.

the seed comes
into his mouth;
by chance he
swallows.

ah, what joy,
what delight,
the zest of
an orange.

One Single Impression: Defenses Down

An army comes,
Camouflaged in multivariate hue.
Subtle warriors, they.
Unassuming beings
With the patience of a frosty day.

Their opponent

Sits entrenched in their fiery glee.

Convinced of their

Invulnerability.

The high ground yet belongs to them.

The stolid men abide
beneath the setting orb.
Preparing in their fields
With spears the size
Of maize not quite matured.

As the sun lays down
Its last golden blanket on the grass,
The quiet knights
O'ertake the fervid foe
And briskly bear them onward.

Those youngsters rash,
Impervious to their failing warmth
Found their defenses down.
But with their captors
They will train, that autumn may endure.