Stars Also

The umph of un-fomred umphisness lay upon the nill. a vapid vacuum all unfilled a dark and dreamless void. – Silent strains, then hint of sound– floating notes of thrill; sparks of dotted light from naught harmony and trill. – Gathered up from never-grown atoms, meaning, skill: an open sear of flamishness the flash of […]

Light

The light cascades in silky drapes to earth the falling swirls of dusted twirls of sky that flirts with shadows, bright and sudden shy, and seems to dance in beamish streams of mirth. A patchwork glow! a flame upon the berth of cold and cooling shade that leaping, spry, retreats into the trees where dark […]

Cloudbreak

The sun-gold gilds the blanket clouds like golden sugar or a wave of iridescent orange-pink. Just beyond the parting grey looms gloomy, glowering as night slowly treads the path retreat away from morning light. Now a burst of gold dust-glow breaks inside the clouds and showers streams of brilliance down to us below.

Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece— the strength of morning blurred by hovering, airborne water; the trees still sleeping, not yet wakened by the wind; the sunshine warming white to gold, lamp-like among the leaves; the birds waking and taking up their daily song again. I closed the door on the realms of […]

Giving Thanks for the Wind

Oh Lord, I thank you for the wild winds that seem to speak the language of my heart— my native tongue before the English words were pinned to almost everything. They speak— the gusts—the bursts of joy—in every rush. They tell the lifeless leaves to dance the streets, and so they do! They speak of […]

Day Three

When He had on the third day seen as far as bent the waters green the endless upend, wave and roar the changedness of trough and tor and having perfect in His hand at length the Maker vasted land. – – – – – Petra M. Greening, pexels

Lights, Camera, Lizard

Lizard leaps from stair to step poised, practiced. An adept that seems concerned lest creatures yet might see his stagecraft and forget. – – – – –

Things Exist

Things exist to be, they said to pulse, and jive, and jest. No deeper mean, just lean, they said for things exist to be. – But all is bright and rich we feel, a vasting meadow span that makes our life-light keen, we feel for things exist…in He

Being Different

I never really know why I am here…again. The things that set it off—a sharp report That starts the pistons of my mind chugga cha chugga cha chugga that pound away at who I am and leave a bare exposed—like sand after all the shells are washed Away – It goes to center—deep inside the […]

Frog

I wonder if that frog thinks the world is just a fevered dream inside his pond… – or does his mirror reflect, in green- translucent shine, the way creation always meant to be?

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Creation