Friday, October 23, 2015

Beautiful World


                                   ... standing in the meadow / awash in grief

                                                                        ... the beautiful world says
 ... stay here with us
                           
                       ... mullein and thistle

                                                       ... brave bluebells still blooming




Photograph by Montucky:  montucky.wordpress.com

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Snow Falls on the Orchard


                                                   ... snow falls on the orchard 

                                 ... the only sound

                                                                ... my ankle bracelet
 with little bells


                                       

Friday, October 16, 2015

At Natural Bridges


                         ... at Natural Bridges


                                                                                                        .... standing on a cold ledge


                                                     ........ our long black goodbye





Photograph by Paula

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Venus


                                                              ... Venus in the morning sky

                                        ... at the blue rain barrel

                                                                                          ... a doe stops to drink




Photograph by Michael Dougherty

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Standing at the Fence Line


              ... standing at the fence line / listening to autumn

                                                  ... the rise and fall of crow sounds / the whoosh of black wings

                       ... the wounds that don't heal




Photograph by Eric Lawton

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Loneliness

                           ... loneliness caving in / too much to remember




Saturday, October 3, 2015

Listening For Crows


                        ... rising from the meadow / morning mist

                                                                       ... we follow coyote's footprints listening for crows 

                                            ... this curiously quiet winter