The Price of Success
the buzz, buzz, buzz of a chainsaw
each branch dismembered
piece by piece falling to the ground
piled up like waste
in the back of a rusty green pickup
cordword waiting for cremation on winter nights
a stalwart stump stands in memorial
R.I.P. Mr. Drake Elm
survivor of hurricanes, brown scale, frequent dog abuse,
and criticism for growing too big for a small patio…
until the day harsh sunlight filled the emptiness.
(The Price of Success was written by Debra Burton and published in Volume 42 Winter 2015/16 of Time of Singing
We are the daughters of the blue ice.
Warmed by the sun, we hasten from the tundra to pursue our course.
As we unite, our blue-green complexion emerges like mixed paint.
Together we plunge.
Earnestly obeying gravity
Yet, we are unrestrained.
Like sculptors, we chisel the rocky mountain to expose its secrets.
We engrave our signatures on the canyon walls.
Our voices rise as we lift boulders and place them where we please.
Our song echoes in the valley.
(Landscape Artists was written by Debra Burton and published in Volume 41
Winter 2014/15 Time of Singing
The stars disappear as black becomes gray.
Orion moves on to hunt for small prey.
Soft pinks and yellows arrive in the east.
Little bats hurry to finish their feast.
Just as the sparrow announces first light,
sleepy eyed night hawks descend from their flight.
As Buddy, our beagle, wraps up his routine
I ponder these moments betwixt and between.
(written by Debra Burton and published in Vol. 42 Summer 2015Time of Singing