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
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.
So subtle…sun-showers in January.
Bewildering how bold beauty can be.
Her pockets filled with all the favorite songs.
Artistry well defined and then…gone.
That is until she stands by me.
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.
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…
Less and less the need for pretense.
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.