Ice Storm

A friend’s betrayal. The first crack in the heart. A child’s heart. Swallowing a sob, a gurgle hard against the throat. A nudiustertian heartbeat ago. The storm settles.


That friendship went the way of trains into the sunset, trains with Hercules propellers in a steampunk show, and a suddenly shrunken figure, lean with knowing, stiffening its back against the world.

The heart armored, now slow to trust, still easily betrayed, always anticipates the moment of departure, inexorable in its movement like the ticking of a clock, yet attuned to distant trumpets ushering in the dawn.

Frost-browned blooms
Knew caskets of ice
Await life.

After the Storm (for Cee’s FOTD)

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Color, Light, Contentment

“For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light do we see light.”

Aloft green and gold
we crowd dull bottles to ward
faitours of darkness.

We dye clarity
for gaudy tranquility
but eyes move skyward.

You are not hidden
in magnificent sky-breadth
your glory beckons.

So even pigs graze
under Your eyes, contented
while we root clamor.

For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light.

Psalm 36:9

These photos are from the Shenandoah Valley where light seems to reign in Edenic beauty.