Under a wan sun
Sintering through the cloud
Throwing speculars here
A weak shadow there
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
A young man throws sticks to his dog
Which gleefully, gaspingly
Retrieves them
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
Most drawn to center
Where all of us are one
But many lost in darkness
To drift beyond the crest
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I rise from sleep
To greet the sun
With song and peace
Then in its light
Join reverie
For life and love
And Harmony
I wonder
At the tenacity
Of living things
And marvel at the beauty
Death sometimes brings
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies