Day 1667, noone. Day's pictures, Poetry The light and lingering rain gives my mood a muted tone of afternoon and autumn ~ while I wander in this light I lookup to an old window ~ and a thought appreciating the mood asks me: ~ does the window fulfill its role of bringing in light in an abandoned house
Day 1666, fall. Day's pictures, Poetry For a few days in nature a colorful festival celebrates the end of growth and feast ~ and we admirers in awe we forget to celebrate our own
Day 1306, flair. Day's pictures, Poetry We might change with a flair when we shed our past without shaking
Day 1259, clouds. Day's pictures, Poetry The wind is weak between the clouds where I slowly move and embrace my world til I am heavy and fall
Day 1071, unanswered question. Day's pictures, Poetry At night, dark moods like figures wake to pull me in, it’s silent, I fall, overcome. Reality dances, holds close my delirium, makes me feel the chorus. My eyes open and close to fall and wake together engulfing. The pull overwhelms, getting stronger, the darkness dark. My eyes open, awake, an echo drags shadows, my being afraid. What is it that just haunted? Asks my wakening mind. An abstract creation or a representation of nothing…ness? Nochrisis
Day 891, Habitual. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Habitual fall when festering thoughts rain down transformation looms.
Day 841, fall 2. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Out of mother’s mud a dark centered white flower shines bright till it falls.