As flowers wilt and mountains crumble into dust — rivers meander and abandon their floodplains — yet all is not lost on the winds of change.
Magnificent white alders sway with the breeze, their newly flowered catkins catching the sun’s rays, as the river rushes below and blue skies grant wishes for Spring.
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Thought clouds hover above my head — overcast with a chance of poems. I am a wallflower blooming in the corner — dancing with invisible butterflies. Stars falling without end — golden leaves drifting…
As if in a headstand limber branches of a tree break dance. With only a shell on its back inching through life leaving a trail of slime I stopped in my tracks & let the snail pass I’ve got time. … Continue reading
The swish of purple leaves — the tap of swinging plums — the friction of time ticking by on the pendulum tree. Shadows lengthen past the noonday sun — trees splay their canopies on the ground — growing back to … Continue reading
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Curves are deeply rooted in Nature and the human psyche. Take, for instance, the subtle curvature of the earth at the horizon, the elliptical orbit of earth traveling around the sun, and beneath the surface, even the tightly coiled helices … Continue reading
As lilacs fade their purple crowns decay & butterflies dethroned — all that remains a skeleton queen of royal green.