January 31.21: Coping

The vendor vast

in winter blue,

we see self-serve

is nothing new.

 

 

Thanks yet again to intrepid photographer S.W. Berg,

tromping the beach in January cold.

June 27.19

Storm tinctured

ocean plies its blue

like cathedral window

unknowable mystery

ungraspable hue.

Soaring, long-winged birds

marvel in their way

borne on air and wonder

opalescent swirl above

liquid sapphire under.

 

Many more thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.

 

 

Disconnections: December 10.18

 

In feeble imitation

we aspire

in manmade constellation

of bulb and wire

to capture stars

of eons sired.

From night’s black depth

atop vast spire

two hoary lights,

amused, admire.

 

 

Thanks yet again to photographer S. W. Berg for this beauty.

And happy birthday to Emily Dickinson!

 

 

Disconnections: August 9.18

 

The day closes in layers —

palimpsest first

awaiting tomorrow’s script

inscribed by sandal and toe —

next water, rocking itself

in heavy-lidded blues,

slowing, nodding —

then birds, pulling cloud blanket

tucking in

a yawning world

dimming voices

on edge of dream —

atop, where wisps of day

linger like talcum

a so-distant moon

calls the stars.

 

Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.