a day of puddles
when jeans feel too fancy
when rain-drenched leathery oak leaves drip
lifeless
and thick saturated clouds oppress
photographed 11/25/19
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antonym
Category: prose
the time of the season
Last night I looked up in the sky, far up in the trees, and saw a tiny light flicker. Like a firefly, way too late for the party.
I waited….
….for another flicker.
Nothing.
So I moved my head this way and that, and stretched my neck to see more of the sky. Suddenly there were many tiny lights.
Ahh, stars of course, playing hide n’ seek with what’s left on the tall trees outside my window.
In July, August…you wouldn’t see stars in that part of the sky. You’d see the dark shadow of leaves. But we’re moving fast towards winter.
Cold nights. Bare trees.
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glitter
Moments that fizz and ferment and sparkle.
Lobes fire up a conversation of thoughts and blurred images
in the nooks and crannies of the mind.
And far below the surface,
deep in the richest layers of our human-ness,
a sensory explosion of emotion flares.
The subtle living tension of the soul.
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trail
a narrow trampled dirt trail
beneath the cooling shadow
of towering tall oak trees
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boundless
boundless
billowing
breaths
at the break of day
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the color of rainbows
the color of rainbows
and crazy cool clouds
nail polish and
a little girl’s dress
the neon shimmering gleam
of wet shiny sand
the fragile color of our dreams
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Jumanji
Random, careless. Trunks scattered helter skelter. You can’t help but wonder how it felt here when these tall trees came down. The ground shook, for sure. But look around. Saplings sprouting from felled logs. Leafy vines winding a tangled trail over it all. A beautiful, wild, living, thriving, Jumanji-style, bright green mess.
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