Gray clouds hover, sopping with nudges to bask in the sunlightin spite of the cold or in preparation for it.Lighter blues descendinto the horizon carrying white whisps as blankets for the early-setting sun.The moon waxes, its orbital gainsgrace uswith a daytime glow.Winter whispers its arrival.
earth
on wings and wonder
Sandstorm clouds hover high above the green and gracious valleys nestled between the righteous spines of mountains blessed with Nature’s orange and red undress. Leaves linger in autumn’s technicolor trance, celebrating their own death march with the warmth and gratitude of an unburdened winter. New life will rise from soil sown with the crinkled ashes … Continue reading on wings and wonder
las ondas
Diamond cut crestsroll over morning glass:gentle green, unmarred clarity —a salt-drenched system healing.The same sun that blew the birds southlazes behind cumulus cover— coolness collects in the air before dissolvingin the solar reign.
numoon
a dip is a dip, skinny or not — no moon for a full moon
Hail: Jupiter
Red belts and bandsblanket the whirling depthsof storms in oscillation:a northern equilibrium revealed. To form, to fallnever findingsolid ground – descendinginto vapor amidsta storm 200 miles deep andtwo Homes wide. Light flips to dark,warm turns cold:ammonia enriched,an oceanic transition. nurture curiosity: a cosmic rabbit hole
Shades of Weather
Shades of weathershift slowly,tuned by Long Time.8 years in the desertto Collapse: a vision of civilization incubated for 60 years:— a rust-ripened realization.A gray General goes green —which generation willwitness the nextsun-bathed shade of bronze?
Room 7
Wood grain extracts the stress stored in my bones, smoothing the tumult of a curious mind. Curved and lacquered — perfection paralleled only by the glass cutterswho unseparate this oasis of the senses from the outside.The bird ballet begins before us, amidst thebeauty of the ocher fields and ruby trees: a season’s symphony. with humble … Continue reading Room 7
tunneling
Ina place of passing Iwonder if my name gets lost on your tongue — or perhaps longbefore —between your heart andyour teeth.A curious space,that cavernous ego:— I wished for you andwandered awayfrom me.
Species of Value 