Dave Scheler In Time Plum blossoms open in a slow eternity red leaves will fall soon. "The objective of life is only to share the journey."

BACKWATER We slide through the mirror of a northwoods slough. The splatter of rain shatters the budded landscape painted on the bay. Perched on a snag, a blue heron scans for prey beneath the speckled reflection of his silent disguise. Jim reels in tales and old friends as I cast toward shore hoping to latch onto the dusk before night catches the day. "Backwater" appeared in The Aurorean

IN TIME Plum blossoms open in a slow eternity red leaves will fall soon. "In Time" appeared in the Wis. Poets Calendar 2005 THE PASSENGER I am vacant as the lobby in the hotel tonight, the door opens then closes, emptiness rides to the top floor alone, I depart in the black of cool evening and rise to the 96th floor where the waitress and I watch dusk fade like lovers’ soft speeches, conversations turn nighttime luminations to bright spheres of sparkle; charms, smooth as champagne, flow and blanket the city with the sweet scent of contemptible, cheap perfume and the cocktail waitress smiles. "The Passenger" appeared in the Wis. Poets Calendar 2003

WHAT NIGHTTIME HAS TASTED What a strange blanket night leaves for the day: earth’s morning light, soft fabric of fog. On her white bed a comforter and pillow in exploded array: ice-feather crystals pasted on windowpanes. Departing from home in dawn’s early glow, what once was now draped in a haze. On frosted landscape tan grass and black trees glaze in a mist; amorphous shadows, silhouettes vanish: where something once was, now nothing. "What Nighttime Has Tasted" appeared in The Aurorean