craving stars, I crept down the crouching hallway, disturbing only moths seeking their own small allowance of light trees sleep, lowering their limbs by fractions as the day subsides, leaving only the incremental gestures of slumber I have had to explain often the peculiar edicts … Continue reading insomnia
take from them what you can – there are wiser things than those that carry discernible voices – down the street near the park, five cherries are marked with orange distorted by time and poor nourishment (it’s no surprise they’ve failed to thrive) and within … Continue reading there are wiser things
the insistence of clouds makes of this a barely moon - a struggle against the low skies of winter and yet yesterday I watched a robin stridently pipe his wish for a willing wife from the top of the power pole spring, though still disguised … Continue reading almost spring moon
I am transfixed by the kiss of sickle moon to black pine against infinite ink of sky © Sarah Whiteley Anyone else catch that large and glorious crescent moon in the sky a few nights ago? So beautiful!
if, every now and again, I must be smaller than myself - then let me be small let me curl into gray unknowing stone, or disperse downward as rain on windows but let me be small in the way of violets, which at their core … Continue reading let me be small
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 … Continue reading color study – sky
I have reconciled myself to much lately perhaps too much so and now the hydrangeas have lost their azure bleached to bone-papered petals kissed too closely by the sun come fall I would have picked bloom by bloom the dusky blues and purples from their … Continue reading a few dried blooms