toasty

goodnight, november

 

lately, i have been feeling like my eyes have seen the same thing far too many times. there are days that just feel like missed opportunity to see something new. to experience something new. 

and then, without going anywhere new, i am reminded that each moment is new. each moment is a different experience. 

 stay awake. 

photo a day...nature's wick

photo a day...book covers

 3am

warm dry windy

sirens whine

waking the dogs

who whine back

outside

old leaves chatter

smoke blows fast and loose

over a fat moon

somewhere there is

flame and hurry

here

the night

furls around me

like smoke
slow and silky

the other side of friday

through the lens

you repeat winter's lie

on my skin

 you trace promises

of dogwood

blooms