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aionion

the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose

not of death inferring, but of life preserving

through its folds it clutches senses

charting courses through darkened, rusted fences

or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences

unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew

unfurling through time, a slow peruse

all in a smell, as my imagination ensues

Transylvanian Lullaby-Erutan

inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.

thank you for reading and for more of my flora photography you can view my gallery here.

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wildfire

                love me like wildfire

 

let us dance between these hot ribbons of light

cradling a midnight spell

beyond the mist of shallow wicks

           

             love me like wildfire

 

let us chase as newborn sparks

            leaping

       floating

drifting

           scorching

ripping through a darkness,

a drought of lifetimes left ablaze

 

                 love me like wildfire

 

let us drain the night sky

fire fiends in silence

til sunrise of gray

Fireflies-Enzalla

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hearth

as rains grew greater,

the night, freckled moonstones of desire

became drunk upon the crackling blush laid bare upon its hearth

sun-kissed cheeks answered to the fervent flames

whilst shadows disowned patience to dance the stories of their day

-image taken by me of Queen Anne’s lace that continues to adorn trails and roadsides here. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here

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mirror

lace puddles

weave between the weeds of the sea

lapping slowly

gingerly

resting upon the shallows in she

barefoot in silt paths she roams

collecting pieces

from the liquid mirror shored

——for the sea remembers

captured these images from a day on the beach and was enraptured at how I was able to capture the cerulean in the waves. i’m thankful that in living on the coast, the ocean is in my backyard. like for most, the music of the waves is medicinal, replenishing ones soul. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

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fly

this air we breathe

it carries me

beyond the clutter

of unspoken dreams

to this forest overgrowing in me

lending thread from thatch and moss

sewing wings

from leaves of most archaic of trees

-just breathe-

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awakening

the sun drops beneath the day

as twilight emerges from your touch

a quiet awakening of dreams

our moon holds

-just breathe-

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these roots

deep into the hollow

in the moss of free

where the river parts

and the roots swell

beneath of me

 

til the day is dawn

and the night finds

the blackbird’s call

i shall be

i shall simply

be

 

This piece was inspired by the lyrics of Maria Brink in her song Roots. Because my love of music is as much like my love of words, completely bleeding outside of the lines of any standard, i enjoy all styles. This is a favorite song that illustrates in my own way my love of nature, of growth and of that forever roaring word, resilience.   I hope you give it a listen. Thanks for visiting and reading.

 

-just breathe-