Icy Omen

Beneath icy stalactitesyouth catches the first whiffsof love…merges with a kiss An icicle dropsstartles the pairtheir euphoriabroken – an omen? Prelude to love’sfickle nature…How coldly lustlooks away…? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Needing a Sign

Restlessness accompanies me on the sojourn today – unfazed by ripe red belly of robin, or shimmering emerald of breeding merganser’s crown. My lens seeks out decay – rotting wood, darkened cavities – as if my soul craves reassurance that life persists even where death hovers – I need a sign. Discontent, I move on […]

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