Category: of place

A bright moon rises full in its faithfulness. Grass rises up through the cracks in the earth, generously breaking the season of emptiness.

The unrelenting sun and the motion of it all has given way to crackling grass beneath my feet.

I came to see your tree this evening, and sit by it, looking up at the bare angled arms. The dun places where the bark has peeled off are glowing amber in the evening light.

cracked earth. in another season there will be rivers of life flowing

They’ve taken down the limbs of the old snag, so that all that remains is still healthy and vibrant,

It’s a little wet, she said, clambering through the reeds, the plywood dock sunk into mud, pond, pollen.

A dark moon rises, full in its facelessness. This emptiness invites me to see more clearly