Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
She soaks her dreamcatcher feathers in moonlight to harness the lunar power of cosmic possibilities; though the glow does not keep, from the weave into her dreams the magic seeps, and she dances all night among the stars, flowing dress sweeping across the sky in a solo performance that causes sentimental clouds to cry, and … Continue reading Feathers Aglow
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say, and that light framing the shadows fills me with hope, but it's the golden emerging, its illumination reflected from the gates of heaven, that hushes my soul. The silver, it seems, dries my tears, and the golden produces them, for one eases my fears, … Continue reading Light in the Clouds
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
In this early dawn, I let the stillness be, observe the lightening of dark transforming gradually, so subtly, yet the colors awakening are so softly profound, the beauty almost too much to behold with the eye, so the heart and soul absorb the excess, the spilling over, and preserve it as a natural resource to … Continue reading This Sunrise
The winds arrive and excite the waves, even the green line up about the bay, my car detours the same way, all of us drawn to bid farewell in reverence to the last light of day, casting down in glorious display, the awe once ingrained can never be washed away, to witness the heavens on … Continue reading To Witness the Heavens
Happiness is not always yellow and sunny. Laughter favors no particular season. A smile, though sparked most easily by another, still stems and spreads from within. The Moon and Clouds of Gray still reach out with benevolence, want just as much as Sun to see your face, your wings spread wide to spin and … Continue reading Happiness Is
The skies are a constant yet ever-changing, stably existing but always swirling, shapeshifting, with new colors, ever experimenting, a testament of intentional creation awe-producing, designed to let the dark pass through rumbling, the water to pour out, quenching and replenishing, snow to fall as virgin canvas offering, wordless language in subtle and profound images revealing. … Continue reading The Skies and I
Some photos from my walk today...https://youtu.be/D2sHH7D3zNc
My whole family playfully makes fun of me for my cloud obsession. But what they don't know is that clouds are one of my therapies. Nature, in general. I find it nearly impossible to retain negative thoughts and feelings while being in nature. Maybe it's just my personal distractibility level. Maybe it's my higher power … Continue reading Whisked Away
The sky stirs me when it swirls; emotions rise, and time stands still. Cloud wings take to flight; will I be talon-chosen? (Oh please! Just for one night....)
