I go to the woods to feel safe; when I know, alone, walking deeper until I'm lost, I am little Red to the Wolf. Still, my heart rests. It doesn't switch between fight or flight like it does in the moment I approach a bus stop full of people and cross to the other street. … Continue reading The Sound Sunlight Makes
Golden sunlight shivered in the pale rose sky then shattered with gusts of wind, squishy cheeked blows scattering light and silver trim left dangling from forlorn clouds into a whirlpool of blue blushing pink. Frost stretched lazily past my toes, sinking into dew jewels and blades of Winter's heartache the seat, shrouded in shadow trees … Continue reading 9am
Home again from sea, sand, hills, and inclemency left a memory.
You saw that which man had fought to conquer; for glory and gold stars, and sought to capture it for a moment, nature and man as one.
Forlorn footsteps upon scattered leaves, Encased in heavy russets and grays Suffocating. Bark barriers bar the way To silence. Nothing but wind whistling, Yet a thousand anxious angry voices Shouting. On the edge, gilded corn flexes it's brittle fingers, Coaxing outer trees into the setting sun, Into the field basking in yellow splendor. Blinding, overwhelming, … Continue reading Between the Trees