Birds unburden the city silence delinking the chains of a solitary season, decompressing minds confinedto the stone walls of winter.People sit where they scattered on green blades becoming ladders to the sun-drenched dreams of early springs and stubborn summers.On the wings of a finch, we sing to warmer skies. You can find an animation that … Continue reading sentient skies
together
blue
Sometimes we have none —nothing to say, but sayI wish you were hereWhat worlds have you graced?No words for the wonder of your life beyond Today to visit I go Miles ~ a joyto feel Kind of Blue. Hi! Check out an animation of blue bows here: @speciesofvalue. Thanks for stopping by!
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
return and receive
Butterflies boundto the arrival of anotherin flight and fantasy, toconnect across the continent.Four wheels of furyweaving through adisco lit highway,grinding to the beatof orange cones in abandoned work zones.The chorus of homea cherished refrainhalts the hustleas wings spread to receive precious cargo.
merry melodies
West coast winter soak —green overnight, pastures bloom rainbows wrap gray skies ~Second year, countingnew traditions become old Christmas lobsters slap ~Lightstrung pine star crowned,silver baubles bounce and sway ~ merry melodies
found in translation
In a language neither of us speak we try to articulate the delays and dreams our hearts endure, translating the ineffableelation that coaxed usinto each other’s arms.The improbability of our unionbinds us to the possibility of some forever.
brink
Fancy another spirit shaken, soul unearthed? Quench you ~ glorious.
coastward
Eyes alight before the dawn, from wheels to wings — again I’m gone. Across the country, delayed but undaunted, arriving optimistic and severely exhausted — I sink sweetly into sea glass and brawn.
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