Closing my eyes, yes.
A different air. It's dry here.
No ranks of trees obscure the horizon.
So much depth of air,
that it all fades.
Resinous dusty odors.
Profound silence. But wait,
maybe not so silent.
Listen!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
PBird's Most Visited Posts In The Past Year
-
Its envy you know. For we just may be a mythic race. Born into the soporific fifties, smug time of the world. We had the questions. The an...
-
"I'm just passing through." –Mawskrat ᪥ Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God.... No man, ...
-
%20(1).jpg)
Since Roops said it was time to go, they went. No more horsing around now. They rode straight and fast out of town, o... -
Alexander Max Koester (German, 1864-1932) Moulting DucksDate: ca. 1900 Medium: Oil on canvas Object Dimensions: 28 3/8 x 51 3/8 in. (72.07... -
.jpg)
🤍 Our friend Mr. Baby Sir is a top-level expert at taking it all in stride. He has the essentials down. The cat knows when to tak... -
.jpg)
In honor all becomings. April 8, 2024, at these coordinates. James led Martha away from the group gathered in front of building whe... -
.jpg)
The bird’s tail switched back forth when she walked as if she were the re-embodiment of Mae West somehow. She was a show stoppe... -
And it's one of those open thread days. May 3, 2024. May it be a blessing to us all and all we love. Happily In The Center of His Will... -
🤍 A favorite photo. Mary Ruth Olson/Jettie G. What a treat it was to know her! She was so very full of life, and fun. But of co... -
🌸🖤🌸 What can a Raven do while recovering? In a way, all she can do is return to the days of her youth and lie i...
No comments:
Post a Comment