Editing Memories

I can't help but thinkof all of those momentsthat still play in my headin slow motion...each one that filled mewith such escalation,anticipation,heightened emotion...so many instancesI've framed in my mindin the scrapbookI've assembled over time...so sure in each of thosejovial junctures,you were sharingthe same wishfor a somedayhappily-ever-after,and even if we could never be,you sharing in that … Continue reading Editing Memories

Seasons of the Heart

Leaves, pinecones, and acorns fall,petals and whole blooms too;the hands of timepropel the seasons,pulling and pushingthe memories of you. Change comes inevitably,seems to detach and deterioratein the downward descenton the slippery slopesof wet-leaves and iced pathways. We can find our grip though,we can find the beauty that clings,hold in our hearts the comforting scents,focus on … Continue reading Seasons of the Heart

Our Hydrology

This restless love that resides in me is so alive, constantly bubbling, a fluid love that could never be still or stagnant; it's an endless spring, at a higher level, repeatedly recharging, from the artesian aquifer, naturally rising, this restless love, pureness extracting, crystal goodness from the heart's tapping, endless expression manifesting, the need to … Continue reading Our Hydrology

The Thread

silken single threadnature’s web of life weavingthe dawns and seasons Peace still exists:it is in the stillness,in the first soft light ofdawn's shadow-displacement, when the heavens descendand dust creationwith a coat of goldequally in every nation, each new day, a giftuntainted,like fresh snow'spure, printless blanket. Peace is imperviousto extinction;its persistent existence benignantin perpetuum flourishing. Peace … Continue reading The Thread

Backyard Bliss

Backyard bliss,natural nature,no planted gardens,sandspurs a danger,still I get loston endless adventuresin the same placeJanuary through December.Lockdown or not,outdoors always exist,and I have never needed to go farto find an oasis;it's in the details,the enchanted escape,mixed with imagination,that can transform any space.Privacy fencesguard potential judgementas I photograph theendless wonderments.I still myself always,and time follows suit;I … Continue reading Backyard Bliss