Steps of slapping leather, on the rain-slicked stone mist like drapes of ghost-light, gauzing path to home. The road winds, disappearing, into a foggy shroud as bobbing luminescents try to light the cloud. Off ahead a shout–of horror or success– a mist’ry trail adventure that you can only guess. – – – Photo by Alexander […]
Read more "Shrouded Path"A red ball of yarn– the kind kittens play with– sits glowing in the sky as cranes fly slowly by. – – – Photo by Pedro Figueras: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Ruby Dusk"If I could simply swallow O the way you can swallow H2O, then I would float up in the sky a spiky balloon and stab the clouds till they showered water droplets over me. – You get to float— an over-eaten beach ball— pumbling in tumbling currents down beneath the chopped-up waves No one tries […]
Read more "To a Puffer Fish"A rainbow swims — little rings that whirl in circles round. Mouth goes puff little bluffs creating bubbles in the wake. Smooth as slimy, cool as mud, shiny in the sun-patched light, streaming through the glass of rippled waves. – – – Photo by Kelly : https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Trout"The trees have taken off their shirts and barrel-chested stand prepped to take the plunge in winding winter winds. They stand together bold and thin former glory on the ground staring deep at coming days with steely confidence born of wisdom. Calm, and brave.
Read more "Winter Trees"What is this host that streams in through the gate? That laughs and speaks of glory of triumph over hate? Of people who have suffered (unknown, unloved, unread) subjected to the cross and stake now marching from the dead? – How conquer you? So many different walks: Mothers, fishers, soldiers, princes, plowmen talk. What is […]
Read more "The March"Breath mist hangs— and whisps away. Frost grass crunches under feet. The trees point up, their ever-arrow tops aiming the sky, a tent–stretched out– of velvet blackness chill; canvas for the spark, the dot the splattered brightness lavished… a trail of shine-stream majesty flung—across the void. Worlds, and lights and sparks of sights, a thousand […]
Read more "The Stars Speak"Create in me a heart of steel that does not flee when arrows fly that does not yield to sin or bow. A heart of Garnet, red with bold. A stubborn heart, that faiths through smart when winds and doubts assail my hold— when all my comforts disavow. A heart that does not why the […]
Read more "Steely Heart"But in sometimes, spry, He sprinkles golden bits of trees– a dash of brash and yellow– in a wash of emerald sea. We trust the trees are making the jewel cast from above that much more delicious to watch, and see, and love. – – – Photo by Michael Pointner: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "Treasures"What happens when the sun goes downwhen satin takes the light?When little hands of darkness graspto bring the chill and night? What happens when the air gets coolwith other-worldly airsand greedy gremlins in the darksurprise you unawares? They say it’s always at the Twelk:the time when dark holds swaywhen even narcoleptics sleepand night blends with […]
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