Sure though the light that led me through the day and hastens quickly to its wint’ry bed should deign to paint the clouds like kids at play: spilling flame and orange overhead, and though the shadows gath’ring round would dance their undulating coldness as the wane of mirthful brightness turns at last askance and closes […]
Read more "Though Sunlight Wanes"They fly the sky in style fletching waspish cloud, winging raven calls through quiet to nests now full and loud. – The sky’s a little fuller with ravens in the air; proof the world will go on twirling ever live and fair. – – – Photo by Lidia Stawinska on Unsplash
Read more "Winter Birds"God, only God boundless as the wind wide as heaven’s sky, You, only You can make us filled within can be our what, our why. – We long for peace and grasp at wrath and war, seizing all You “no’s”. We long for love, rest from sad and sore, joy and full release. – Grace […]
Read more "Come to Us"There’s a rhythm roar to traffic flow that’s rushing down the road. Stillness pricked by growing wind heavy on the ear that swishes into vortex speed a roaring soaring blast whipping wind as it roars past, receding faintly, quick now echoing to swishing tickle whisper . . . gone. as quiet fills the sonic holes […]
Read more "Country Road Walk"Call the leaves that left last month. Onlookers see past skeleton limbs. Long, lone trunks cast shadows at sunset… Dawn flashes from sparkling branches! – – – Photo by Olga Kovalski on Unsplash
Read more "New Style"Praise to the Lord for the brown and the spare for branches devoid of their leaves, for ashling grey tree trunks all fallen and bare, for bushes blown sad in the breeze. – Praise for the sky-clouds that shadow the sun: for wintery silvery gauze, for knowing when all of the flowers are gone nature […]
Read more "Winter Worship"There’s a way that shadows play over hardwood floor when only lamplight spreads the gleam and darkness hides in shades. It seems a closer kind of light a bright that almost reaches out, shakes your hand and winks as if to say the shadows always leave this way, when people really care to light the […]
Read more "Light and Gold"I walk across a constellation smoothed on glassy sky. Flakes of powered sugar-dust sift as I go by. – The ringing trees stand silent, watching, turtle-necked in white, trunks as straight as nature stand solemn at the sight. – On an islet splays a frost-tree rising from the ferns hoar-frost flashing sparkle gems that seem […]
Read more "Frozen Dominion"He sat upon the bench beside the home reading his paper every day, or mounded both his hands upon his cane looking lithely out upon the field. And sometimes, when I came that way he called me by my name. And every time my path would wind that way I saw him sitting there. While […]
Read more "The Bench by the Home"A tree converses in a quiet way, tossing branches, arching in the spring. It greens it’s welcome, verdant home away for birds who’ve traveled, longingly on wing. – I tree in summer wears its glory light richly pleased at how it lines the cloud it stands attention, cooly tempers bright with shady silence, helpful and […]
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