Feather

I sat in the glider outside this morning To begin my meditation Birds’ songs and squawks filled the air A single feather rocked back and forth As it journeyed from a tall tree To land on the glider beside me  It was not symmetrical Yet was still in good shape Blue and white tipped in … More Feather

Lovers

Layers of canyon below my feet Embraced by dark skies raining stars Me at the heart of a dichotomy of splendor Hugging the arm of my lover   Image by Pixabay