Night descends slowly, stretching arms and taking a long day to arrive
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Night descends slowly, stretching arms and taking a long day to arrive
In tidal waters, currents end where we begin: take the plunge, then swim
Spin – weather vane – spin
You are more than architectural ornament
You are elevated harbinger of the storm to come
Spin – weather vane – spin
Wander in, among the grove of trees; it's silence that envelopes you
White ink, on purple, petals of the Wild Iris contain mysteries
Pathways, blinking light as darkness descends, follow swarms of fireflies
Blue sky – scattered light; the sun drenches morning in beautiful embrace
for Algot
Late light; a slow fade into shadows and starlight; gather dreams: short night
This guitar, silent in sunshine – wooden body, humming harmony
In dappled daybreak, light edges into morning; the day settles in