Boulevards of Attrition

Blame for the blameless, one could suppose

cats in trees

fish in a barrel

akin to ‘train-wreck’ dogs.

Descendants of, ‘I am sorry.’

Boulevards of attrition.

Dare I cross the alley?

Tripping over fault lines, should I make a fair-haired decision

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What of these…

fruitless linear revisions…

two squirrels for one dove

a common bird for a cardinal’s love

Comeliness beholds beauty in a rainbow’s spectrum

Essence travels on in its constitution.

 

Beauty is Ugly. Ugly is Beauty

I do not travel with a camera of great expense.  I do not travel with gadgets to improve the photographic experience.  I travel for the experience.

Stark is the Comfort

And, thus the solitary season begins.

Stone cold silence from a white out.

Oddly enough…there is comfort with no history.

As the days grow more and more diminished…

And, the lights go out…imageedit_3_9068559963

Less and less the need for pretense.

Sheltering Soldier

How poetic is a provincial leaf?

Such as, a gentle morning’s kiss.

A brisk breeze will toss sheltering soldiers…to the ground.

Many are red, the rest are mostly, brown.

One by one by one they tumble.

A quilted tapestry erupts all around.

Such is the passing of a friend…

New life beginning.

As another season artfully ends.