This Fringed Swing
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
And the acrobat-in-the-making its obliging, straight out of bed each morning this week.
Just the right canvass for forming snow angels.
An unexpected wonder which led us to adventures of a winter wonderland of sorts.
For catching my breath as all the light of the rising sun crescendos around me.
and how we get there.
Can you see it?
It will be established forever like the moon,the faithful witness in the sky.” – Psalms 89:37 I set out for the wilderness minutes before sunrise and ole faithful here is still hanging out, brightening my path testifying to his majesty, … Continue reading
for beaming for a flash of insight and a reminder of all the I am. One last hurrah for light. Giddy in anticipation to stand at the precipice of the heralded oceanic opening where it all started. Most magnificent and … Continue reading
Summer serenading caught in the morning dew,sultry thoughts sleeping in the shadows.Our last chance for a season to wallowand something new ahead of us to follow.Among the cacophony of hillside late bloomers,the vim and vigor of but a fewto carry … Continue reading
In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.