The tone of words one now cannot erase,
The texture of an isolated place,
The thoughts of cheer one thought one had before
Turn into thoughts of prison evermore.
Rejoice. That promise heard about midnight
Was not a dream but dawning of new light.
I’ve been to Gillson Park many times. It is on Lake Michigan and there is plenty of parking. It is a little far for me to bicycle, but it would not be impossible. What’s impossible is not what’s important. What’s important is that there is a park here at all and there is a beautiful lake that waits on it like a servant.
There's a haiku here
somewhere waiting for me
to try to find it.
Fairy tales when left undone May spoil in the morning Sun. What was truly true last night Weakens strangely with fresh light. Does that matter anyway? The morning brings another day. Be grateful, praising spring and fall, Those great among us and those small.
Four lines define the boxy square
That keeps us safely trapped somewhere.
A circle in the ceiling might
Let in wet rain and dry sunlight.
Between these squares and circles we
Live out our dreams for harmony.
Photos: “Nature Overtakes Straight Lines”, above, and “Rectangles Behind the Vine”, below.
I wink and then it all goes real.
The former dreams now make me feel
Like everything was there to heal.
I fantasize a pleasant way
To whisper happiness to you.
I send you dreams of every day
So wilder daydreams may come true.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “From Dreams to Reality”. I am also linking this to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the theme word “wink”.
Photos: “Passing by Yellow and Orange”, above, and “A Tree with Yellow Leaves”, below.
Memory is a circle of love that’s not always pleasant. It allows us to experience the present so we can take action moving toward the open future. It offers a passionate place to stand. The present unties the circle giving us the opportunity to spiral that remembered past into a new direction while memory weaves it all back into another circle.
That probably makes no sense.
The painful changes I have experienced through my life have been to watch parents, and others, get sick, emotionally and physically, understanding and misunderstanding these things as caused by environmental, agricultural, medical or dietary mistakes I once thought of as progress. It’s not that it was all wrong. It just needed some kind of correction that didn’t make sense to me earlier. As we let the circle untie and spiral forward there is no reason not to trust that we will do our best to add what we can to make it, in spite of everything, more beautiful.
That probably also makes no sense, but it does to me, until it doesn’t, but that’s when I can look forward to the heartbeat opening the future once again.
HAPPY PUMPKIN ORANGE
AUTUMN CHANGES MAPLE RED
SPIRALS ROUND AND ROUND
Photos: “Pumpkin Circles”, above, and “Pumpkin Spheres”, below.
Early morning freshens air.
Trees appear from dark of night.
As I rise the chilly skies
Help me smile with welcomed light.
Evening consummates all this,
Adds some darkness to the day.
Silhouettes are what I get
As I smile to find my way.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme of “shadows, shapes and silhouettes”. It is also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “early”.
Photos: “Morning Silhouettes”, above, and “Evening Silhouettes”, below.