Sunrise: January 18 #aros

a black and white polaroid photo getting brighter rather than a red-orange-rose colored trumpet...

Bridge

Hole marks incomplete
Live ~ "My love, you are a bridge..."
This new year calls me....

Love Nest #haiku

Never seen before

Woven love and intention

Tiny birds live here....

These trees

These sycamore trees speak God's barest words in their rustling.

"Don't critique." "Don't endlessly try to fix what you see as wrong."

"Stay present." Breath. "Seek the lip of the bike path as your bench."

Breath. "Write." Breath. "Observe." Breath. "Listen." Breath. "Write."

I do.