Silence at the western fenceline

Silence at the western fenceline

We stare at the lines, divided,
you and I stark and misguided,
worn dull by day’s exhausted breath
we move on by hope of certain rest;
by day and by step, with faith our bequest
and by trust, and what it will cost us.

April silk

april silk

Lilac leaves are the surest sign that spring has stopped teasing. Although the flowers rarely last more than a week here, the leaves possess their own silky beauty. I’ve photographed them many times over the years, and they always draw me back for more.

Paused glory

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The weak construct of flesh, this abstract defiance,

reliance on the skin of want, of evergreen,

bold for a moment, then humbled,

the impalpable heart lay upon crossed swords.

Words of comfort and distilled pity mean less

than the soft-boned mortality; the only strength

is what it gives, why it lives in paused glory.