Is it luck that a branch
of a tree
grows
to where the sun is
Day 2497, to the?
Daily picture, Poetrytree
Day 2119, looking for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I woke up
walking between white trees
and black branches
~
my new world was chaos
trees everywhere
but here
~
I fell backward
stumbled
it turned
~
I saw the rows
suddenly
and the trees
for the first time
~
disorder was just a misstep
and a turn
away
~
am I now afraid
to move
is that what I thought
just before I fell asleep
again
Day 2103, from my window 2.
Day's pictures
From our living room, we have a nice view over the valley to the sea; the sea is just behind the horizon. This is the most prominent tree, and today we had a light blizzard, and it did what I usually would do in my photo editing program…if I am lucky.
Day 1504, get closer.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There are so many
standing together
~
when you get closer
you see less
~
but the small details
tell there own
stories
Day 1349, no luster.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Modern worship
is transparent
like a tree
in winter
~
you can see
the heavens
but
the luster
of summer
and green shade
is gone
Day 1301, forms.
Day's pictures, Poetry
If I stare
standing up
upwards
at a tree
long enough
~
natures forms
will be slowly
drawn
in to
me
Day 1262, leaf.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I detach
and fall
for a short time
colors stay
vibrant on the hard soil
underneath
the tree
where I grew up
Day 1163, reaching.
Day's pictures, Poetry
With no regards
for the world around
this little shoot
goes reaching
for the sun
in the shadows
of the past
this mighty structure
that gives
and takes
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 