He leans back against a brick wall on a three legged chair playing the harmonica. Angels pause at the sound. Traffic passes unnoticed. The sound is gold in his mind. He thinks of words despite detractions. There is an overpass of thin weaving clouds. The sun warms his hands. Pigeons rustle their wings with feathered … More STEADFAST
A blue sky yielded to layers of Ivory clouds. Flat and useless the Heavy air absorbed sounds; the pleasure Of the afternoon was washed away. Newspapers lost their crispness. Words fainted between people due to dullness in the air. Birds halted flights, retreating to thin curtains of shade. There is a memory of times like … More THE UNEXPECTED
In the forest, under a canopy of boughs, rain creates a symphony as a portion of the sky falls. The moisture provides a density buffering all sounds. In the shadows there is calm; a noiseless base. Birds have secured sanctuary. Footsteps move quietly over damp leaves and twigs; dryness removed. A distant rumble of thunder … More WALKING THROUGH
Ripples of shadows crossed the field, like racers to the finish. Birds of all sizes cut corners above the willowy weeds. Moths dared themselves into the air to a line of trees. A thin dew spread evenly over leaves and brush. The change from day to dusk moved within the sky. Small creatures scurried swiftly … More EVENING CANVAS
Roger Singer 