Autumn dons a mask, regales the changing season, ignores Winter’s threat – and I too, dance, brightly clad, deny the nearness of death. Advertisements
Category: writing
Bent, Worn, Alive
Bent – life’s tribulations weighty do not confuse this folding with weakness, I am worn – tested resilience nourishes creativity I am muse rich, alive
Manic Moments
…and some days we stand up topple the furnishings of corporate order decry politics and etiquettes and rage, rage, inner light exploding in a shattering
Even Ghosts Yearn
Natural light preferable to artificial – not the harsh fullness of noonday sun but softly filtered rays – luxurious, inviting. Love too, should be subdued,
Discipline
That tone – teeth clenched lips taut the coldness in your gaze I swallow anxiously shifting foot to foot await raise of hand fist clenched
Autumnal Joy
Fields glisten – golden satisfaction – eagle soars above Sun on river gleams a glorious farewell my heart joins eagle. (Image from personal collection.)
