#1:
The Queen of Heaven:
her skirt of a million gems
blinks in the night sky.
#2:
Explosions of light
amidst our cosmic cocoon
breathe in the silence
Monthly Archives: August 2015
Nothing But Movement
nothing but movement
here in this sanctuary of silence
river reflections ripple up and down
the sycamore trees
limbs sway
frogs frolick,
plop and play
leaves descend
swirl with scattered shadows, shimmering
atop the Trinity trickling onward
dragonflies flit and flirt,
water bugs skate and skirt,
a well-choreographed dance
nothing but movement here,
in this house of repose,
the only place I find stillness.
