Threads turn unnoticed,
Down or up, you like to lead
while viewpoints slowly adjust
you might never realize
that it’s a ride you’re on.
Nochrisis
Day 860, wheat.
The wind is moving
bending wheat where it settles
in rough ground and sun.
Day 844, 1000 flowers.
A thousand flowers
are moved by random currents
falling in and out.
Day 835, around.
A beautiful leaf
A bug’s meal or it might fall
A circular life
Day 808, papa don’t preach.
Charmingly dirty
enthusiastically
eyes still wide open.
Day 804, a thought.
Gathering the suns
essential ingredient
for life’s consciousness.
Day 766, majestic.
A curled-up stained glass leaf
broken cells hanging lifeless like decaying azure
at one-time a majestic canopy.
Day 764, waiting.
In a dark moist corner
an autumn red womb opened on time
new life unwittingly reaching out.
Day 754, paint it.
