Between Cloud and Stone

“Run!” My feet plead as I stand before it all.

The sky stretches far beyond my small body as wind tosses grass about.

“Go.” Whispers my hands, aching to reach out and propel me forward.

Shadows play over a vast patchwork quilt of alfalfa and sage.

“Move.” Says the wind as it dances around my ears.

Sunlight warms my skin, enhancing a feeling of sleepiness.

“Step.” Thrums my heart, quickening as my pupils constrict in excitement.

And as a stick thrown into a gurgling stream, I surged.

-M.E. InkOwl

Summer’ Last Breath

We played upon the gentle graces of Summer’s last breath.

Between tree and water, our lives stood still.

Before us lay a pool of inspiration,

Waiting to be released upon willing minds.

The sun warmed our skin, even as a whisper of fall came calling.

Around us, leaves began to turn and our very bones felt a subtle shift.

“Winter is coming.” The earth spoke to us.

-M.E. InkOwl



To live and be full,

To die and leave empty.

I cry more tears to keep your heart afloat.

You have none, yet give me all.

-M.E. InkOwl

Haiku #2


Rise oh bones of yew

Drink up dust from yonder earth

Resurrect the light


-M.E. InkOwl


Home is what I call thee.

For as doth my bones ache to be removed from thee,

So singeth the blood within my veins.

My heart whispers, “Stayeth a while, lest thou wander too far.”

For upon my brow is etched a righteous design,

To be, forever, cradled within a basin of perfection.

Here I am complete, comforted by thy familiar embrace.

Young am I in thine infinite gaze, a bee upon a flower.

But even as the sun’s rays fall, so will I,

Never to be returned.

-M.E. InkOwl



Innocent Steps

Water burbled around the bend as I stood among the grass. Voices spoke over the stream as a wasp buzzed past my head.

Voices called from above my head, hidden behind stalks of weeds. “Michael! Michael come back here!”

A giggle snuck from between my lips as I lifted pudgy hands to the sky. Above me, the sky turned brilliant white against crisp blue. Youth was upon my two-foot frame, a drop in the age of this world. But a voraciousness permeated my mind and I drove forward.

“Richard go get him! He’s too close to the water!” It was my mother’s voice that propelled me on. Her tone would have given older ears pause, but recklessness of the innocent ruled my mind.

And as I tripped over root and stone, my laughter sprayed towards the sky. Behind me came my father’s growl as his hands so strong closed around me.

“Gotcha kiddo!” He said with a laugh and tossed me into the air.

Beyond his smiling face, I beheld a pitched roof and beyond mountains so old. I could not comprehend the timeless scene as my eyes blinked back the sun. So clutched, did I, to my father’s chest. Safe, secure, and loved.

-M.E. InkOwl

Haiku #4







You captured my heart

As our world was set aflame

We are but cinders

-M.E. InkOwl

The Wheel Ever Turning

Here upon the ground I walk,

Between tall grass and sage.

In the distance, I spy a lowing form,

Chocolate brown surrounded by gray-green.

I feel an age pass beneath the sun,

Within the blink of an eye.

A hawk twists in the sky,

And below the lowing continues.

For now, my feet must hold me down,

Connecting me to reality.

-M.E. InkOwl

A Feast of the Mind

 Sometimes it feels like I’ve stepped from the bonds of reality and wandered through the gates of infinity.

I cannot tell between the aging lenses of my eyes if what I behold is a mere figment of my imagination, or solid fact beneath my bones.

So close I feel to the Earth that is my home. Yet at a distance, I am confined by the limits of my feeble mind.

Wake up my vision, shake off the dust of age and take part in the feast all around.

-M.E. InkOwl