Intimacies

The horizon in all directions had imbibed the evening glow. The sky was unimpeded, it seemed to want my climb. If I took sufficient height, I would understand tomorrow. 

When darkness tightened the streets, there was nothing even so far as arm's distance.

Moon on the fly

Her fleet was waiting.

Earth orbs scarcely pink

 Colors hurry across the yard just before the invisible wind arrives.

A sweet caress

The gray light of November breaks into the house. Something there is that loves it. 

White steam

Frost gauzes the downed and the mown.
But few shadows haunt the yard.
In the distance, a teapot whistles.

The fractured world

Rainbows walk the dining room walls and blue frost scumbles the grass. Wind scatters leaves like cats or light. Beauty leans in at an angle to the grief.

The sky was too beautiful

The clouds, the earth, the river, every house was built of pink. For just a minute.

Other Worlds

After a night of cloudy dreams,  I went out to look for the moon.

Half and Full

Shock of a moon last night driving home, gold cradle on the hilltop, nothing in science to explain its size. It's all right to just say, inescapable wonder.

(above photos: snowberries)