Father
Early May and the blackberry blossoms begin to show their strength. Small white flowers full of character, opening steadily through …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Heel, Toe
It was when, well whenever it was is beyond our memory now buried deep in the history of fossilized bones …
Raindrop
Raindrop on the toe of my boot. A single drip from the distant past, clear and spreading on this brown …
Roses
I don’t recall why, but we tried everything we could think of to kill that old rose bush. It might …
To The Vine Clematis Montana
Seven days since the first green nipple appeared from the underworld of water and root. Seizing the stone wall, hitch …
Adherence
This is desert, a place with no steady center – gateway to the land of promise. My bones, not yet …
Sunlight Through Leaves
One day in fall, a day that was already enough, light from the setting sun paused for a moment between …
Questions In Rain
Rain white noise drops dance on glass music from the pond as water disturbs water, the stream discourses through the …
Song For A Season
This season is gone, trailing its pungent remains: leaf rot, mushrooms, uneaten fruit decaying back to their elements, …
Morning In The Mirage
Three miles into the canyon Allen Springs flows over rocks and sand, past sweetgrass and pine where owls stand …
Poetry on the run 