Another day dips its way into horizon; a painted sunset
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Another day dips its way into horizon; a painted sunset
even a teacher a poet a photographer (an) entity of landscapes explorer father / writer collaborator / musician himself (a) dog, unknown; a songwriter
a dada cut-up poem for #ds106 Daily Create
One small drop of dew, dangling off the softened edge of a rose petal
At twilight, we walk through fields of moonlight and stars; our light clothes, brilliant
Bare arms, shivering - we'll remember for later - this cool morning air
Bird sounds from the trees: winged musicians on a branch take a chance on song
for Algot
A smoldering heat settles down on the valley; cloud cover blanket
Each lotus flower — beautifully resilient — always finds its way
Early evening rain, and we're leaning our heads back to sip from the sky
Butterflies flutter along the meadow flowers: a chaotic arc