Absence of color smothers all sentient seeing
Shimmering Drizzling Stillness
Blackened sparrows dart across the tender expanse of humid space hurrying on toward warms nests feathered with last year’s glory
Shimmering Misty Stillness
A solid white cruiser cuts through shallow depths pressing eagerly toward safe harbor and promises of a cold brew
Shimmering Soaking Stillness
My attention wavers between the glassy wet mesmerizing surface and the gentle swirl of a muted inner monologue beckoning toward colorless truths
Shimmering Stillness
The rose bushes persist in a stoic response to the chill cold cloud cover pressing helplessly downward, while Mother Nature laughs at all this fucking drama, shocking roots with the happy power of pink rose petals
tomorrow to protest joyfully
Shimmering Still
