Fall

The savory smells of the Fall.  I have found favor here. Ahh, favor; living among constellations and breathing exhilaration that quickens my pulse blows back my hair and heightens my senses.

Intriquing find I crunching the fallen leaves remembering and being a happy child again.

Longing for the crisp Kool-Aid rain to drip along my flesh until I've been showered by favors grace.

The light in the moody clouds is art - a fine ceiling for a becoming even finer world.

If only for a season.

Whole

Ferociously roaring through the snow soaked cedars, hunting for that which feeds.

I find a mirror. Reflections pierce my soul as a  crystal with many facets.

Mending the broken mirror takes the hands of no ordinary watch; but the Father - time.

See all; hear all; feel all.

All is; and never cannot be negated.

Doll parts.

Experiencing light on my hand for the first time I can never regret. I can never forget.

All networks of living come undone. Seam.

or seem…?

Love As A Siren

Bling; flash; spin

Me

Wake me

Startle me straight

Frighten me; freight train breaking all the laws

Most of all - rescue me

Hunting Dreams

Arrows aim; uprise, below. Power that be - harmonize my fly.

Hit targets where question marks produce themselves before you like a polar high.

Let you spin. Roundabouts as courtships and efforts; opportunities pay in coins as smiles.

Surprises; bonus rounds. Jackpot. Bet on it.

Storm Rider

Midnight; storm drenched deafening clouds cluster; hovering above my head.

They carry not rain; but tears and lightening as thoughts that strike down mighty trees consuming them with the my very essence and element: Fire. Fire that kills; maims; hurts…you.

Forests are destroyed.

Volunteers come after; plant new growth and over time a new forest rises.

Wicked Rain

Droplets in varied forms of seeming nourishment turn to acid in the sun.

Falling distances seeking delight in rich soil for hopes harvest?

Strikingly morph into icicles and stab the tender, willing surface.

Melts and turns nourishment into poisonous despair.

and…pity simply grows.