The very first hour before sunrise is the most powerful time of day. Continue reading “The First Hour Before Sunrise”
High on the hill, strands of moon drift, catching on the branch-ends of the Prairie Honey Tree. Barren of leaves, she bows under the fullness of her particular progeny, Continue reading “Moonlit Balloons”
Creamy cactus buds, feathered with pink curving petals.
Shy flamingos sparsely shelter in thick, darkly unassuming leaves.
Sun sets, ushering in the cooling desert dawn,
The Queen’s one chance at immortality.
Rolls and soughs
A sweeping of sand across sand, the Continue reading “Happier”