Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Cowboys at Dusk


High atop the mesa
cowboys sit in restful pose
and watch the sun
slide down the western sky.

Purple, pink, golden hues
bleak and rugged scenes
in ever changing show
from dusk to night.

In saddles, worn.
On ponies, tired.
They sit in awe as stars appear
and know,
why they,
are richer than most men.

Dennis Price

Thursday, January 22, 2015


Epiphany: A sudden realization about the meaning of something.


It’s the rising sun
blasting through the frosted
glass on the east wall of my bedroom.

I can feel it.

I move slowly and take in
the aroma of coffee
as it rides the currents
from my kitchen.

I listen to the quiet
electronic hum
coming from the vents in
my ceiling.

I stir and sense the
softness of warm sheets
on exposed skin.


                                               Dennis Price 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Stars in the City

In the city, the light from the street lamps and buildings often obscures the stars and moon.  This Haiku was written on that subject.

Above the street lights
the muted dome stands silent
beauty rarely seen.