Tag Archives: nature
She, full of secret pines, shadow-limbed beneath a pale disc of winter sun, waltzing solo in snow-caked hills, blood-red quill tucked behind her left ear, just in case the urge to climb spires and trace spheres via a fierce run … Continue reading
Birdless solitude, Winter’s song, slow, deep, solemn– Musing upon spring.
I was there, nameless gluttony of charged particles, when the dream-trees were felled by alabaster whorls of lightning. From the siege I salvaged a charred branch, which became my staff, my walking stick, and I began to wander in search … Continue reading
To walk in fields of blue lightning, to see with a child’s snow-driven eyes, is to receive awe and grace; the tasseled forks of God’s split tongues and blonde fuzzies coercing you to savor.
Crayfish, obsidian, antennaed, slick with frothy scum as you crawl up from the brackish rim of a forgotten pond, my heart recalls you as an ancient mystic, an oracle of medicine, who needs not license nor recognition to exact vital … Continue reading
Misty wandering, the lonely monk meets a tree– bowing, they shed tears.
Palette, to translate the soft sermons of flowers– verses minus words.
Limbs by autumn light, skeleton jig in the round– Curtain rises, falls.
Solid golden lean, Cottonwood’s solemn oath– bare to Winter’s reap.
In a traceless sky, Dali’s lovebird moustaches– Dada’s nature call.