Like where the Earth heaves up
And breathes out strange beauties
From its belly of fire
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself
There are few things more satisfying
Than sharing something new and beautiful
With family
To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves
Continued from Enveloped.
Impatiently.
A mother knows these things.
And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.
I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.
As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient
Sometimes it is difficult to know
A sunrise from a sunset
The coming of the light
From the gathering darkness
There is beauty in both
And what will come
Will come
So best to appreciate the moment