
Looking towards the sky
And summer’s not quite here yet
This graceful sunlight
poetry, prose, and photography

Looking towards the sky
And summer’s not quite here yet
This graceful sunlight

Love this reddened sky
The darkness bringing cool air
Summer’s antidote
The morning’s progress
Resisting the snooze alarm
Listening to birds

Nights power rising
Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace
Wakefulness waning



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.
Crow conversation
Their frustration manifest
Discussing murder