Monday, September 19, 2016

Luminists After Rain

    
Creek fog drifting in the valley

You somewhere over there

Me somewhere here

Wandering in the temporal mist

Ridges deep and continental

Ridges infinite and vague

Ridges curving back around

To where the earthwound heals

And there we meet again

In filtered sunlight

Ageless and unafraid

In the clasp of radiance

As if the mind were paint.