obsession

curling iron forge
masked motives incinerate
reach new thoughts, higher

This was my evening, days ago. I burned every stick and autumn leaf along with left over wood from long-ago projects, saved for years in the garage, for those just-in-case chances we needed a piece of 2×4. Indiana is soon to be in my rear-view mirror. Friends will be left behind. I hope Boston treats me well.

Reasons

“Lives of Grass” Mathilde Roussel

the dewy grass clings
closer venture towards her, hear
this body sings blues

Paris artist Mathilde Roussel explores the transforming relationship of nature. Look closer. What appears alive is really death.

Breakfast Visit

1/28/2018 9:28am Breakfast Visit

contemplate the day

listen! cardinal’s wise counsel

grateful, feathered friend

What luck! Or is it fate? My garden has been vacant and overgrown; absent of all song. Behold! answered prayers this morning. Was this what i have been hoping all along? A visit from wise counsel, dressed in feathered cloak?

I pour another cup, relish the peace he brings. I dream as he spreads his wings. “Leave a feather for me?” my only song. I will need to journey out and see…