
Winding Down on Verdant Tinctures
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Condensed and complicated in a seed, a shape waiting to burst through.Against a future sky, verdant tentacles unfurling, curling, stretching and reaching.Beyond the horizon, a life you can’t even imagine.
These crimson drops, a momento of yet another transitional flash in this life cycle, have speckled this verdant swath like the first hearten strokes on canvas. The Maker already knows the final image, but His beloved children wait to see … Continue reading