Cosmos

The world cries out for Mother; fast food and high heels can never get us back to hands in earth, in soil, rich firmament above, dark umber below; heads in a clear azure sky and feet on the goodness of ground; On the ground we may feel, can sense a pulsing heartbeat,...

Hold Fast

Hold onto the preciousness of this day, squeeze it until dawn breaks, fanning out like silvery wings of a hawk circling overhead, spreading a watercolor morning across misty skies, eggs cracked into creamy melted butter in a hot silvery pan; Hold fast, wind sweeping...

No Vanity

There is green, and then there is the delicate curled chartreuse ribs of a fern frond as sunlight trips fantastic through the rhythm and hum of a late afternoon, busiest time of day for folding in fragments of lost time in preparation for the long shadows of impending...

Coast

When the silver spool of dawn unravels in languorous wisps, as clouds unfurl low and wide in the overhead sky, my gaze sweeps broadly and what I behold is the artist’s palette come to life, a masterpiece with every dawning and dusky day while the earth spins...