Open Invitation

Always an art show forever changing, evolving, moving. Dense with colors that cannot be duplicated, And light that cannot be captured. We are bound to the sky with invisible threads of awe and truth. Look up and breathe.

Tree trip

We found you Our spirits grew in your presence Hundreds of years old, hundreds of feet tall Your width and canopy cannot be measured by mortals But in the winter, your bones are visible And so we inhaled you.

Detained

It seems I am held where I am By invisible, but totally effective restraints. Everyday, forward movement becomes more challenging For aging, though natural, and certainly not unexpected, constantly reveals new surprises, surprises that require an alteration of focus and effort. I breathe deeply, reaching for the strength to let go of fear and insteadContinue reading “Detained”