fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast.
I heard once that it is a beautiful thing to wake up singing. To test one’s vocal chords in that mystery which is the voice, an illustrator for sheet music. Before the sun has peeked over the edge of its nightly slumber, when the moon is till sharp and in focus, this is when you …
Prehistoric floods formed this land but there is more to history than just history. They walk in secret places, the tiniest places, unnoticed.
Amongst the trees we are safe as the sun strains to say its last words from behind a shawl of fog. It tells us secrets no one will know. You may also like: Feather Bed Shhhh… autumnal secrets
Is it fear or modesty? I stand too close to see her canvas, but approach slowly, in friendship. You also may like: Reptilian Tasting Flight and you may want to Read more about Vanessa virginiensis, or the Painted Lady Butterfly.
Mary wakes early to greet you. Oh sun, teach us how to spread more light.
When the sun shines around here, everything seems to glow. Even the asphalt, seemingly emotionless, takes on a surreal quality, an exaggerated essence that makes us question- have I ever seen a building/bridge/tree/flower/stop sign that beautiful? It was like this a couple weekends ago. The plants in my garden exuded happiness. They stretched up tall …