the motion of clouds sublime
shimmering stillness
poetry, prose, and photography
the sky growing dim
birds still singing out their work
I watch the clouds blur

as I gaze skyward
those cold little points of light
sing to me of hope
In these violent and cruel times, I seek out hope. I believe humanity has a future, and it’s better than this. I believe….
One of the most powerful things I’ve read:
My friends, be the change you want to see.

freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.

empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled

human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams

fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden