Something More
ensuing with transitions of the seasons that seems to affect even playful boys. May I suggest stepping into a forest? One nearby a river is a bonus. I don’t go to the forest to be alone; I go to be … Continue reading
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In a Verdant Manner
Make it beautiful or make it bold, unless of course you do both. She’s at it again, that Mother Nature of ours bold, vibrant and verdantly beautiful.
Red on Red
A roof to deflect sun and stormwindows to exchange light and expand our viewwalls to enclose and divideceilings that reach up to heavens, for us to come alivemiracle sunrises to reflect the contracted oneour home provides all of this and … Continue reading
On Extension
So self-assured, sagacious and adept to anyone who takes a moment to finding meaning in something rather than nothing. And would you look at those extensions…they could make dancers long to have higher leg extensions.
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
Chromatic Shifts
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
Wild and Native
On forest paths,bathing in a little more beautysurrendering to the overthought,in ecstasy,in honor,in illuminating grace.Eastward boundwhere your sky expandsand protruding from the land you plod,mushrooms broadcasting you’re already hereyou may as well breathe.For yourselffor the ancient timeline.This is your moment.This … Continue reading
A Heavy Moment to Behold
Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
Cloaked
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
Out of Tune
How ever did we get to this point, so far away from our mother, convinced that walls that contain us are our sanctuary? Don’t get me wrong I’m ever so grateful for Red https://thefolia.com/2017/04/09/red/, she’s there always for us and … Continue reading
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