union

take my hand follow the narcissus plea to run wild in unkept forests to stilled breath in gardens beneath the trees take my hand in the union of water and earth where lyrics that burn within speak to giants, and wander into your dreams

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

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”

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”

train rides

hitchhiking to these, my forgotten spaces thumbs up to the clouds waiting for the train to catch that wind the bell tolls silently so to those who listen to those with no fear of letting go i cradle my bag, my makeshift courage kit to wander now needlessly to where the leaves blow, where theyContinue reading “train rides”

queen of the shades

minnows wading beneath the dance of the trees lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir but to catch a glimpse of she their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed unable to resist the breath of its perfume, she bows as itsContinue reading “queen of the shades”

metamorphosis: photography

Equally as beautiful as new life peaking from the earth during the spring, I am truly captivated by the colors and the absolute imperfections of trees shedding their dreams during the fall. I say this as ever since I was a child I’ve always thought of the falling leaves this way. Never to color insideContinue reading “metamorphosis: photography”

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