Shade

I staked your pain,

put it to good use in the yard,

throwing shade.

decide

Someone else’s dreams,

or your own.

All that’s left is to decide.

Golden Hour

A golden hour

On one side, promise,

on the other side, hope.

a natural cherry

a consistently beautiful thing

from just about any angle.

what must it be like to be

a natural cherry?

go there

If puddles were portals, where would you go?

peace

This restless heart found quiet purchase

in the middle of millions of thoughts, words, and ideas..

Humanity published, quiet, patiently waiting.

small blazes

I went looking for you, afraid I had missed your coming and going.

My head down, to the task, while you lifted to the sun, bright, able.

Raising my eyes to see the last of your small blazes. Grateful, even for just a glimpse.

invasive

Beauty,

invasive that takes over

and tricks and

isn’t what it should be.

Gorgeous but all consuming.

Let’s have none of that dishonesty.

Landings

Spring is nature’s maximalist take.

Spring allows itself to be all it needs for perpetuation.

Does every seed sprout?

Does every drop of rain make its way to exactly where it should be?

No. But the force forward is unparalleled in our world.

The urge and inevitability that creation will create,

needs must onward,

there is no other option.

If time is to pass anyway,

may it pass in such exuberance,

knowing full well that not all landings stick..

but enough landings will make it.

dynamic

The dynamic air of spring, coming into itself in April.

extraordinary

I walk here so often, that it does run the risk of feeling ho-hum, or even, dare I say it, ordinary. When I feel this, it’s time to bring my camera. It’s time to notice.

Spring Is Trying

She is pushing through..

Hopes finding their way through the hard ground

seeking warmth and headed away

from things that are cold.

Maybe she can see beauty in this transition. Maybe though, she simply knows she must do it. There is no other option but forward. Spring’s momentum isn’t choice, it’s necessity. Does that make it any less lovely? I don’t think so, and I wish you all to feel the same, no matter what this season is bringing you.

🐦

“Effie…I will not be pigeon-holed.”

Sometimes I like to imagine birds having conversations.

Especially pigeons. These were far off, but body language still talks.

Colorado Crocus, 2011

Sanctuary

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Beautiful sanctuaries that, when the light hits just right, make believers out of cynics.

the details at 1.4

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The discarded things, the tiny moments.. how light hits, how hair falls.

How time outside is magic for anyone noticing.

narcissus

Close to blooming

Coming forth

Maybe now, let us celebrate the mess.

It comes into itself,

Wild, free, full of light,

Able to accept the chaos

that some times exists on the path to purpose.

at 7am

Small things seen at sunrise, are so easy to miss in the morning midweek rush.

to beg

Finding myself

who normally rejoices

in the darkness of winter,

never one to need anything to come alive

on my behalf,

begging for Spring

the hope of Seasons.