“Wild nights are my glory”.
– A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle.
Category: Canis Lupus
Drizzle
Time travel
To distant memories-
Not so distant.
A girl walks into the fog
The boy follows,
hungry.
A feast awaits
But afterwards the
clouds clear,
the fog lifts and,
Water Rainbow
Look up,
nothing.
But below,
In the deep,
Miracles are born.
Stay true,
Stay free
And always believe.
Twixt the Two
Pale and foreboding
Filled with old tales,
And tormented lovers,
And unrequited scorn.
To the east
Faint and unsure,
Yet indomitable in its coming,
A new day
Filled with potential-
For good or naught,
Something fresh
and
clean.
Wednesday Fog
Autumninox (#III) : Revelation
The Game Hath Changed.
Hello Spring.
Cobwebs
Linger:
A first kiss
from beautiful girl,
and are just as lasting.
But there are more.
Ghosts
“I shall remember”
But after time we forget
Tanty, I love you
Fleeting Summer; Imperfect Balance (and other related metaphors)
Faint whisper of a cool breeze
blows past dragonflies
Onto my dripping neck.
What was lost
now returns,
Slowly and surely-
Just on time.
Through this cycle-
Through this circle,
We are given opportunity:
Opportunity to create something new
within our ringed prison
of reality.
What will you do
with this time?
This perfect time between
Summer and Autumn?
This time between moments?
This time that only exists once-
except when it comes back.
Take this time
And swallow it.
Then let it swallow you.
It is yours
You belong to it.
Cleave unto
and from.
And build a sandcastle
For the coming storm.
Fat Silence
Cicada rattles.
Breeze blows-
through sun dried leaves.
Swan flaps, and snaps,
And hisses too.
Dragonfly meanders.
Summer is.
And ‘Gus watches,
and waits,
for nothing.
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