THE BEAUTY OF IT

A place where trees stop me a stone wall familiar the road straight then curves recognizing the respect for those who understand a moment to rest appreciating the beauty the organization of nature here under the shade pausing as if it were the last time to pass by

BETWEEN DROPS

The march of umbrellas.  Half stretched domes against turbulent clouds. Faces pitched forward.  The rhythm of drops is the exhaust from heaven.  It’s a temporary wash of mankind, touching coats and hats but not the heart.  There’s a walk of escape to a point up ahead. People blur the canvas of motion, fighting against the … More BETWEEN DROPS

EACH CORNER

There was a glass reflection of sky and overhanging branches as we passaged down river, slipping through calm water; an excursion through nature’s lyrics. Each wide corner revealed another portrait in perfect color; small gatherings of birds swept silently above. There was a balance.  A quiet tempest of greatness.  An undercurrent of power not seen. … More EACH CORNER

ABSORBED

It was then, and then it was gone. Half buildings yielding to the Invasive force of massive trees. Walkways blending into gully’s formed by runoff. Embankments strewn with piles of dirt and broken bricks; nearby, an overhead walkway, collapsed to the ground, devoured by gravity. Telephone poles, weakened and leaning, surrounded by a century of … More ABSORBED

ALMOST OVERHEAD

There was a caution in the air. A thin front of yellow yielded to heavy black layers of a disruptive sky crawling menacingly above. Thunder sounded from the hands of trauma, releasing repeated detonations. The calm surface air quickly became an unlikely opportunity for safety. Nature began to carve out its design of strength in … More ALMOST OVERHEAD

CIRCLING AROUND

Alone, The field absorbs a tree centered In the middle of its earth where roots spread like children’s arms desperate for a parent as the waxing of leaves welcome an early sun during glacial changes of seasons until finally the waxing of last fruits and leaves yield to a first frost of life suffering the … More CIRCLING AROUND