let us slumber

let us slumber

let us slumber in the moonlight of our mind

where feathers drift with honeyed dreams in the quiver of breath before a dawn

then sail upon what it is we may find

let us slumber in the brewing of loons

beneath camomile leaves and northern winds crawling

let us make our own cocoon


let us slumber in twilight’s cloak

in essence of birds in flight

ne’er weary of our path

straddling the sway of our yoke


let us slumber in crescent moon

where love bathes softly

breathing swiftly more

in a summer heat where we forever swoon

listen to me read let us slumber

skip: a haiku

skip: a haiku

read me a story

only skip to the last page

where it all began

Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that half open door beseeching me a closer look? The beginning of a most fantastical journey. Happily ever afters just waiting for our steps…

Below are images I’ve captured of various doors over the years. They range from a small church yard in Morristown, New Jersey to the historic streets of Old Jaffa in Israel. No matter the location, doors have always been a muse to my imagination.

deep in my earth

deep in my earth

deep in my earth your words survive

there beneath

the ageless,

the night,

the moon’s silkened eyes

deep in my earth your words oh how they stroke

a palace of blues,

of grays,

of an artist reborn

as a lover awoke

deep in my earth your words ebb and flow

with the traveler,

the siren

that wanders within and along

our glass spun chateau

Fire in the Water – Feint

honeydew

honeydew

last bites of summer

in a honeydew bed

as drips of venus

and autumn leaves

wed

It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such.

Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported on a rainy day to the sunny shores of a lakeside getaway.

No matter the season, no matter the day, our senses have the power to take us away, to a memory we cherish or perhaps to where our imagination comes out to play.

I captured this image at twilight along a local trail as the blooms seemed to be dancing with the last bits of sun.