#nature – Haunted Avenues

Sight

This is where I begin,by tuning out to tune in,shutting my eyes from the light,opening the cage of my mindfor imagination to fly. All perceptions are suddenly ruled by rhythms, little flourishes of sound, and through this voluntary blindness, I’m unbound from what might otherwise be diminished from this moving mosaic behind my eyelids.

Last Standing

High, sprawling, and audacious in the sun,older than the country it stands in,bare boned against the November coldwind whipped, stripped of its summer clothes,the tree reaches the attention of every eye that passes, commands respect by way of fact that it still stands,resolute as a statue, welcoming the open sky, the rain, the snow, theContinue reading “Last Standing”