there’s so much less fornication than at the encampment of the saved.
Tag: snow
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
winter wonderland
the dog digs up a pile
of frozen guts
it’s not winter
it’s white springtime
#fakenews
spring equinox
the tracks of the wind
have yet to melt
A witch hazel growing beside the road
improvises a slow ode to travel.
Still life with landscape.
Self-portrait as nude.
Illuminated spreadsheet.
Frozen watercolor.
On this day of small storms,
that GIF of the sun hurtling through space and the spiraling tracks of its planets.
The music entered me.
But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.
Someday when the world is entirely covered with roads,
there won’t be any place left to visit—and therefore no reason to ever slow down.
such flakes
they can’t possibly be gathering
all on their own
Walking in the snow,
one feels at times barely tethered to the earth.
