November morning

morning blushes when she realizes where she is and the moon still alight travels through her down the hill toward its own reflection an early crow sitting on the tip of the pine scolds them both for tarrying © Sarah Whiteley

color study – sky

let this be be the color of the sky - shades of rain and chicory and cloud shadow slants on broken-stalked plain weathered white porch eaves where the speckle-winged moths flit on evening's brim with the last long curls of the iris slowly fading from its porcelain vase © Sarah Whiteley

brighter

it isn't so much that the days are tiring as it is the light is struggling to stay as earth is urged to darker arms and the calm of slow hibernation how wondrous it is that light should find a fragile respite in fiery leaves as if the trees too would stoke it brighter for … Continue reading brighter

delphinium dreams

delphiniums droop, blue-winged bloomings, not a hint of flight but the feathered teasings of billowy breezes, that laughing, passed them by at night they dream, I think, of unstemmed delight - dipping slipping drinking in the troughs of silver streaking tails of untrowable stars whispering at last we are higher than the spires to which … Continue reading delphinium dreams