I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat
Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty
Alive to the moment
I reach for the sky
Its light
Its heat
Bathe in the glory
Of nature’s bounty
Alive to the moment
Bloom burst
New life
Unfurls
A flourish of green
An explosion of new growth
Transiting seasons
Spring tests winter’s depths
Capricious audacity
Risks mortality
I love the big guys
The established ones
Those who’ve changed the world
Become big through accomplishment
But age has changed my focus
To the little guys
With all their potential and possibility
The ones who’ll change this world to the next
I disturb the crows
Who’ve been picking the mussels clean
Below the high tide line
I scramble through the scattered rocks
Looking for barnacles
In arrays of frameable form
Until the crows
Decide they want
Their little peninsula back
Well, I did manage
To get this shot
Before retreating
A thought rises through the fog
Beautiful, perhaps
Or dangerous
Maybe both
As beauty and danger
Often are
Risk
The blade of possibility
Honed to fine edge
So that with a stroke
We may manifest the exquisite
Or sunder it
Whether through intent
Fortune or folly
A grey day
Light flattened
By a thick
Midday haze
Made all the more grim
By my mood
Impenetrable as the atmosphere
From full steam
To dead ahead slow
All stations stop
Close my eyes
Deep breath
Not stopped
Becalmed
Diminished light emerges
Find the blue
In sky and sea
Contrast highlight with shadow
Underway, with tranquil gratitude
A monument to
Patriarchy rises where
Emerald once was plenty
Now all grey and jaundice
I often wonder
What the world would look like
Had the matriarchs run the show
And life were of feminine design
The earliest stars
Twinkle under a brazen moon
Keeping the sky
All to itself