
the stories of abandoned places
unfold slowly, with every shadow
and passing thought

the stories of abandoned places
unfold slowly, with every shadow
and passing thought

the sun blinded us,
and still,
we were able to see

the afternoon sun in long, slim sheets
wet earth and buds on trees
a book on the art of Andrew Wyeth
two hawks flying in the field together
Sixty Years On by Elton John
memories of Ohio farmlands
turtles in the mud

I will be taking a small break and will see everyone again soon.
Be safe and well.

does a plant feel pain?

would tomatoes taste the same if they were blue?

did you forget me after all?

how does a dog perceive time?

what if snowflakes are drifting spirits?

take time to play