Certain feelings
such as organic...
The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...
The Eagle and the Vulture
Both soar high in the sky, the Eagle seeks prey...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
I began to fall
like a soft, summer rain...
I can hear the rain
watch the branches move...
There she is, my moon
lighting my darkness, like a missing piece...
seven geese swim seven skies
across the wetlands, marsh, and tides...
Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...
In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...
Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...
Deep forest green gives way
to natures soft subtle hues...