With coolness and early dark – we are seeing evening owls.
Chill, silvered, shimmering of roiling black, moving stream, chaotic beyond all constraint. Light reflects there, on the surface flowing quick-silver, cold fire. Leaves, branches wrench in the wind with the sound of tearing paper. Anticipate! Wait for it! Sharp the sound – a breaking bell of corvid-speak, falls, blue, like crystal; then breeze-stirred chimes sound in […]
Some say the number of flags on Blue Grama grass can tell us how severe will be the approaching Winter.
I would do it all over again. All of it. I would move along every pathway I followed – no matter how difficult to end up here in your arms, forever. Happy Anniversary My Love. “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul” – […]
Here is the journal that I made with the painted pages from the previous post.