Because I love sunrisesI arise at dawnto view the color symphonywhether fully awake or not Because I love the moonI go outside one morningto find a waning gibbushigh in the 8 o’clock sky Because I love the earthI work to heal her wounds andlet her healing heal mine Photo taken in Troy, MI
I puzzle over how the winter sky sheds frozen tears Is she longing for the light? Or is she sending treasures to earth as the fruits of her joy? Image from my personal collection.
Caribbean blue peeks through clouds heavy with snow wintry mix to come Zen haiku moment paused work to click a photo Joy notices Now Photo from personal collection of back yard morning sky
No matter how tall you grow You’ll never touch the top of the sky No matter how small you are You’ll always be touching the sky Top photo was taken of our back yard trees in summer; the bottom photo is a brood of wood duck chicks that visited our yard in spring.
The day served up a blue slate special Greens mixed with reds and yellows Against a sapphire sky Topped with a dollop of clouds Photo was taken at Independence Oaks Park, MI
clouds, like ivory mums blooming in a sapphire field – fleeting miracles
It is on fire, the sky. We see it as we walk from under the trees, a flame surrounded by wisps of steel grey. Sunset falls into the lake, the reflection as vibrant as the sky above with an added dimension of gently rippling on the surface of water, another place for the blaze to … More Sunset Reflection
Light is a gift to the sky Air is a gift to voice Talk is a gift to friendship Handholding gifts a stroll Hiking is a gift to a home Roofs are gifts to migrating flocks Birds are gifts to the heavens The sky is a gift to light Image is an original photo … More Present Cycle
Wind Rush 