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  • The Wind Wishes

    The wind whisks by like smoke from trees rising, promising a cooler blue and hoping for summers return. Read more

  • Tomorrow

    We face forward, but the moon looks back at the dark and turning up holds a faint pale sphere of tomorrow. Read more

  • Before Dark

    Just before death of day thrive all the colors of the sunrise and make one last stand to show the brilliant diversity of blues from orange to red to pale, white, bright light, which contains every color of the universe, and loves to show itself just before darkness. Night time takes a moment to give… Read more

  • Night Light

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  • Spring Intruder

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  • River Birches

    Little, hiding, flaking twigs that spring quickly by waters. These busy trees do not rise proudly or bend with prominence But gather together on edges. Singing, making a chorus of music with constant wind. Their little treasures rise quickly and fall. Maybe never seen, never climbed to such height, Perhaps the curse of fisher’s lines… Read more

Out of Practice

I’m getting out in the woods again, but the landscape has changed a bit.