Mourning Dove

A thump of rumpled rupture splonched upon the pane a shadow smear where feathered head collided with the traitor mirror. – It lies in crumpled feathers, struggling to move it’s wings of kaleidoscopic gleam splayed out like ruined broken things. – A rush of birding talons a hawk in beak and wing snags the […]

In Night

I thought the night would show more tame than day when working sun had gone to weary bed. But moonlit murmurs soon came out to play and whispered, wind-ing deep inside my head. – Shadows tune to different strings at night and dance macabre across the moondust sky. An ancient air, more harmony than bright […]

I Saw the Vasting Sky Turn Bleak

I saw the vasting sky turn bleak in minute-moments flat. So bright with sun-rayed shining streak then darkness where I sat. – I’ve seen the sky of mini minds turn light to anger so. And wondered (as one does at times) if this how we’ll go. – But I’ve known minds that turn around, walk […]

It Gilds the Trees

It gilds the trees in tinges. It travels on the air. It wreaths the clouds in flashiness and rarifies the fair. – The branches dance in golden; bright wonders from afar- the treasure storehouse glidenwave from some ancient star. – The world’s a riot fire the sky’s a-dance with flame. The clouds are smoke puffs […]

afterstorm

The sky cries that lately glowered o’er our trembling fields and shocked with shearing blasts of flashing fire. Now it streams its heart to us below. Unleashing droplet crystals small, and splashy-bright it slowly grows the life it looks upon. – – – Photo by Jonine Coetzer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/green-leaves-after-rain-8068753/

September

It is the smell of leaves and the sound of crickets and the brush of wind. . It is the sunshine, tilted like a ramp into the sky. . It is the clear, crisp edges of the world washed clean with the rain. . It is the stillness under drifting leaves calling us to rest.

Flames

The flames dance: cool and elemental, wrapped around their twine of radiating energy. The crackle of the pine the snap of sparks that clack like pop bottles splacking caps. – So odd to see the darting light the wall of whelming warmth so unconcerned– sporting hues of purple-blues of lava deep as sun. So full […]

Varin’s Seat

Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]

Dying Warrior

I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]

Winter Fortress

Sap and resin, musk and scent deep in dark and piney, spiral twirls, and needle floors bundled up and spiny. – Faintly feint light penetrates with bits of floating tree dust microscopic atom worlds— eager to adjust – Without, the world’s a whisp of white accumulated piles icy slips and frigid nips silver cold for […]

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