blue wind

weave me between the weeds of your sea lapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleas let us babble in the salty brine getting lost in the dawn find our freedom amid the salamanders get drunk on the blue wind and find our way home

colors

deep in my earth your words survive there beneath the ageless, the night, the moon’s silken eyes deep in my earth your words quietly stroke a palace of blues, of grays, of an artist reborn as a lover awoke

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 halfContinue reading “skip: a haiku”

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 onContinue reading “honeydew”

letters

take me to those once upon a times where wisteria strolls and hand written love was the way I captured this image while driving through the small town of Rocky Mount, Virginia. This quaint little town instantly drew me in with its simplistic fare and images like this truly commemorate the nostalgia of its streetsContinue reading “letters”

mist

as the mist of midnight’s steps cradles the morning caress, i awaken too, with a lust for you I captured this image in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Fairy Stone State Park. I giggled at first sight of the morning’s mist in its stream along the lake at the irony of theContinue reading “mist”

salt: a haiku

trimming the distance salt water blankets bare thoughts waves caress slowly I captured this image along the shore of Hatteras Island in the Outer Banks of North Carolina as a storm was approaching. Bird watching along the shore line is enjoyable to me, in watching their flight, their determined (and sureness) in finding a mealContinue reading “salt: a haiku”

wild: a haiku

in the wild of me special thoughts rain blissfully forest grows louder I captured this image while in one of the bayou’s outside of New Orleans in Louisiana. I love the look (and feel) of Spanish moss and how it seemingly rains throughout the branches of trees. A moment after I captured this image, IContinue reading “wild: a haiku”

waning

as twilight takes hold of daylight’s reign, i remember, the you, the i, and all the treasures restored beneath a lovers sky where i kiss you, my love, beneath waning eye I am a lover of the moon and pull from her quiet emotion when she peeks between the clouds. For the longest time, however,Continue reading “waning”

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