top Second Day

I made coffee this morning.
Cleaned myself then dressed.
The sun stares at me
Through the windshield
And I hear a vague
High pitched whine
Of odd excitement,
I've forgotten my lighter.
Panic screws tight
A little light bulb
Inside my chest.
I breathe deep
Into the continuance
Of cessation and think
Life has become
Less luxurious.

top Snow Glowered Sky

Defunct yet still exclaims
Purpose,
Storage.
Futures must be
Attended to.
Beware false
Promises of wind.

top Third Day

Inhale for me.
Exhale through your nose.
My nose whistles a bit
And my mind wanders.
But, there is the road -
Long asphalt
Like contentment,
Rolls out over
Prairie hills
Between singular trees.
A return of some
Luxury
Left me much too
Aware of my mouth
And how it breathes.

top Fire on the Prairie

exploration of night, dreams, and Moonflowers

top Dream- She Left in Quiet Days

exploration of night, dreams, and Moonflowers

top Equus Twilight With Moon Dreams

exploration of night, dreams, and Moonflowers

top Palavas
top Brouillard