Monday, September 11, 2017

happy birthday...

to the man who brings out the better part of me.
you have all my love and gratitude.

Monday, September 4, 2017

current conditions...

smoke, ash, and feathers

today's sun and a view of buckingham mountain through the smoky haze

the front yard is a mix of molted duck feathers, bits of burnt vegetation, and ash

ash on muskmelon leaves

i don't mean for it to seem all doom and gloom.  it isn't.  amidst the smoke and ash and heat i find myself in a heartbreakingly beautiful existence with wonderful companions and i'm grateful that we are safe and well.

someone reminding me not to take things so seriously


Friday, September 1, 2017

beneath a perpetually setting sun


beneath a perpetually setting sun
time's reference lost in a veil of smoke
circadian rhythm wanders
in a bardo landscape
washed in orange glow
full of echoes of fires terrestrial and celestial