The heaviness of hibernation has me wiggling out of my skin.
I want to experience again
the day i first met you
the layers of tongue
wagging through philosophy
Us finding midnight blue.
open wide sand skies
sparkles two moons of feelin’
waves of molten juice
Can you hear me
in the silence of the woods
where i watch freshly fallen snow
absorb her howl.
And i walk with a limp.
My days blend one into another. My to-do projects never quite finished. Ever chasing what best resembles my thoughts.
In the end, we return to the beginning. Recyclers of vision. Creative forces that renew life’s energy. From brown, life reveals an essence. Stability. Friendship. Wisdom.
Find the photography challenge here
this jagged heart line
avoid the cracks midst the stones
criss cross hope to die
trek shore of eternal soul
don the evening’s shawl
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. John Muir
People. We are complicated and simple. We are shy and rowdy. We are there in the city and here in the country. We are seen and invisible. We exist and then die.
We are, in the quiet pause, an eruption. And will always be the star.
Weekly is too often
while apple blossoms ripen
and words choke the heart.
Above, geese rise skyward
putting behind the folly
of man’s aimless trails.
I ride my bike for the first time
with November winds trailing
the spokes cutting through falling leaves
and smile-crowned pumpkin patches pass me by.