Day 767, tiny sunset.
gazing away in the distance
three brain-cells enjoying this life and sunset
the shine warmth on him.
Day 766, majestic.
A curled-up stained glass leaf
broken cells hanging lifeless like decaying azure
at one-time a majestic canopy.
Day 765, fragile.
Porcelain nature still in time
Its ornate structure fulfilled willingly its purpose
fragile beauty before its decay.
Day 764, waiting.
In a dark moist corner
an autumn red womb opened on time
new life unwittingly reaching out.
Day 763, dead leaf.
A dead leaf with sky-blue
distorted honeycomb structures shaped with thoughtful fortuitous
deteriorated beauty before its demise.
Day 762, canvas.
Nature colors like a painting
brush strokes lifted from a rich pallet
applied with a refined certainty.
Day 761, tiny nature.
The unseen world we walk
a scenery seen with the squinted eye
the beauty of unobserved nature.
Day 760, winter flower.
A winters wear and time
table with a flower in the sun
colorful demise in hibernated time.
Day 759, forest.
A morning walk in mist
the forest with a path to it
a road to hidden places.
Day 758, rivers.
Winter silence is slowly waning
the frozen earth sheds of its darkness
and rivers can flow again.
Day 757, fade to white.
My thoughts are fading now
slowly disappearing from my time and silence
the world around me goes.
Day 756, shadow.
Light moves and reflects blinding
for us it slices through the darkness
trailing a shadow our soil.
Day 755, illusions.
Amphibian synapses color the mind
the world depicted deceptive encrypted projected inside
translating your feelings for now.
Day 754, paint it.
Being a brushstroke and shade’s
deep color’s pressures sudden turns fading out
our hunger the blank canvas.
Day 753, tight.
