Birds return, pecking at winter’s breadcrumbsand poised to soar at dawn ~summer salvation.Even the rain reeks of redemptionthe leaves regale in green harmonies. I walk the streets I met in winter,unturned stones fade into the panorama of my pastas the present expandswith every exhale of a heartreturning from Despair.Affective seasonal recovery:another sun risesawakening senses ~ … Continue reading affective seasonal recovery
sun
Summer spills
Summer spills from the sky,slaking the soil ~ libations linger in puddles drawn forwings washes ~sun swept by bird banter andrustling green breezes,we sink into shaded repose. Have a beautiful day!
strip
the bare morning sun strips doubt of its conviction —a fresh fire burns You can find an animation that pairs with strip here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on WordPress. Have a beautiful day!
chaos
Chaotic functionrests in rhythm with beauty —fear Rilke’s angelsor recognize theirpower as promise ~ proclaim courage in being you — your light catches the gold lining of storm clouds ~ capture your chaos ~ You can find an animation that pairs with chaos here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery … Continue reading chaos
fortitude
Clouds convert from winter gray to spring clarity until — rain falls, each drop in solitude — as each body returns to dust in revelation of the soul’s eternal fortitude. In the flood of uncertainty the deadliest wave is fear— worry fabricated by the figment of failure — yet no worsefate threatens than to stall.Moons … Continue reading fortitude
the sun dials in
Landscaped privacy behind gates of Gramercythe sun dials in —“I count only sunny hours”the solar timepiece reassuresso I, I imagine, can indulge the blursand spurs of night’s knowing, of darkness’s doubting the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emergingand purging the sufferingfrom gratitude’s corps —the soft and tender eye discerns moreof the differences between destinies,of the exemption … Continue reading the sun dials in
pause
Overwhelmed and under nourished,the soul saturates with someone else’s meaning.Rest resiststhe constant collision of worlds warped by screen shields andanonymous armies.We break without cracking. Pause —to feel the sun slink into winter coatsto hear the birds banterto see the smilesurfacing on a stranger’s face —return it and exhale. pause ***if the animations aren’t loading for … Continue reading pause
Sur grandísimo
A cloud striped skyshrouds the seabut not enough to shield your rays from my eager eyes.Traffic subsides,carving edges out ofthe beautiful, the lonelypacific coast high.Gilded waves roll over sand-smoothed shores,eroded. Waves moonwalk to meet their set sisters.Viscous, the marine layerflies in formation suddenly dissipating to revealour star —a circle closesand sets.
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.
Species of Value 