Betrothed to a viral lovehellbent to twist traditions into isolations —even the day breaksan unpaired dove.No choice in the choosingdecisions made under duress —there is no knowing what has failedbefore each feeble test.This year mimics last,no reprieve for the pious,while rebels fall in dual accord —the unscathed rendered sideless.
seasons
Primavera in winter gloves
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
Luna
Our golden saucerchipped then smoothed, behind bare limbsshe glows radiant.Rising while we turnon the high arc of angels,she rides royal blue.Sweet freshwater pearl,brilliant from irritant ~you float through darkness.
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 —
spun
No stock to stand on,the stores are all drained.Any joy of shopping pulverizedby the almighty, the omniscient: Web of Things.Its spider keeper never sleepsnever seen and ever watchingto feed your craving to consume and be consumed.
locomotion
The rail a spine, each vertebrae a station ~people as pulses of the system, nervous and sympathetic — the lifeblood of a country.Another leafless landscapeAnother rippling river, swollen purple and brown Another farm of factories: silver emits white becomes blueAnother train of cargo and chemicals carrying the weight of industry ~ resources to be reimagined … Continue reading locomotion
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
wool & willpower
Lights replace leaves strung between barren treesas the last November dayssubdue autumn’s color cascade.Wool and willpower mustered to bravethe hours between humble hearts and holidayed homes.Set free by the sunand sooner met by the moon,we sink into the symbols of winterspiced and glowing with gratitude.
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.
sweatier weather
sweater weather is unseasonably sweaty this year, don’t you feel?
Species of Value 