
ascending the curve
sunlight climbing the mountains
dancing cosmic orbs
poetry, prose, and photography

ascending the curve
sunlight climbing the mountains
dancing cosmic orbs

in the morning air
mists drifting upon the breeze
clouds dancing past

nearly summer
I don my sweater
raindrops on leaves
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….

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.