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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

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 […]

Apple Day

Driving in the dewy air the biting tang from just beyond the thinning vale (thinner in the mountain mist) that separates our world from bliss. Beethoven on the speakers; themes again, again and then, ONE MORE TIME again. – Climbing up in apple tree to bite the skin-sweet juice and throwing (wasteful) high into the […]

Ruby Dusk

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

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.

Quiddity

What kind of boon to fight temptation keep demons at bay and bless mankind with goodness is found within an autumn apple eaten on a fence at sunset? – – – Photo by Erik Mclean: https://www.pexels.com/photo/aged-wooden-fence-in-lush-forest-in-rural-area-5753341/

Downsun

We few watched the sun die, the swimmers and I, as water lapped ’round our waists turned from blue to black – – –

I Win

I shook my fury at the sun “Curse you!” I yelled “I am proud of what I’ve done!” – I must have phased him. The sun did not respond and went to bed in silence. – – Photo by NHP&Co: pexels.com

avoiding Life

oh to curl up in a sunbeam; watch the life go rushing by. and i’ll just sit here cunningly as searchers miss me in the sky. and i’ll look down where down below they run in little circle tracks, live in home florescently or argue over time and tax. they’ll go to school and eat […]

Living Water

The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.

melenoria

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