Wilted petals and languid days, 'twould be three but were it four the still would persist an hour more. The wind would sway all the same and birds would fly among the rays.

A white plume bisects the sky linear vapor between sun and moon. Purple baguette clouds pepper the west silhouetted by the sun's parting rays. Eastward the moon high and brilliant- tonight's beacon.   Inaudible are the jet's engines yet palpable it's trail a stark outline of beauty on both sides.   As dusk cedes to … Continue reading The skies are calling →

Jutted spheres of scented fir litter a winding path from a murky pond where the buzz of industrious bees backdrops a symphony of Avian arias.   Some cackle, others serenade melodies from treetops like dueling pianos but softer, more comforting crescendos matching invitations cues ceding to climaxes.   A crisp rustling wind releases two pinecones … Continue reading The path of fallen pinecones →

The blue's ablaze fiery strokes of red and orange as the sun bids a daily farewell.   Long brushstrokes on a canvas of wispy clouds, a persian tapestry for a rising crescent grinning in its wake.   'Soon in its shadow I will get brighter and inspire in the coyote a serenade echoing through my … Continue reading When the sun paints the sky →

Somewhere a deer prances in a meadow green and lined with wildflowers and weeds. The sky outside is pale a planet shielding its surface from the Star of the show.   "do lunar cycles matter?" he wonders passively as tired eyes scan inward the sheets flecked with dirt damp from sweat.         … Continue reading encumbrance →

Dense fog cradles the curves of the mountains like a plush white quilt on a cool winter day The car air feels warm, cozy rolling curves like a swaying bassinet.   Through the fog two sunflowers peer unperturbed from the wash as I look at them from the window subdued yet regal.       … Continue reading The passenger’s side →

Cool, sinking, soft and fine the beach sand is like a bath for calloused soles.   A crescent moon hangs above terra cotta shingles.   The soft dough envelops the spaces between the toes rejuvenating like rest for a busy mind or a massage for achy muscles.