Baby bovine grows on green pastures,early and elated with the joys of new lifefresh and innocent to the sorrows of unprecedented tides.Dry ground soaks into the morning rain,while Hope hobbles into a new lightovercast, unsaturated, delicate — asif each grazing cow on the far hill could consume our world too, aseach blade of grass bears … Continue reading Primavera in winter gloves
question
round & crowned
wave — crash - wave - worry —merry tides of tradition spurned by spikes, againcould be calm, could beworse — maybe — always betterwhen masked together sympathy settles‘round a hearth humbled by love families adapt
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
deciduously
Yellow ginkgo leaves cling to branches as they bid farewell to the life in their limbs extended to the heavens and out, rooted and reaching for their neighbors. The separation layer holds them together until the freeze snaps time into place, and we fall. To do what daunts humbly, to hold what happens softly, to … Continue reading deciduously
re/dissolve
When a question contains the core of the fear that compels it, forgive the child who contrived it ~ feel courage flicker into flame.
timing
How do you love in a present with no future? do you imagine a different future, or do you pretend you live in a different present?
look up
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.
missed
Both look back but neither stops nor speaks — a question misses its mark
sweatier weather
sweater weather is unseasonably sweaty this year, don’t you feel?
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?
Species of Value 