Interspersed Here And There

Every picture broken up into pixels

telling

a story in an addmisible way.

Never Quite The Same

Except. 

What is normal at any given time? 

We change just as the seasons change, 

and each spring brings new growth. 

So nothing is ever quite the same.

– Sherwood Smith

Full Of New Things

Outside the window –

a world replenished,

full of new things.

An Inability To Fully Express It

Time's process –

to say what it is about.

. . . . .

Time crowds in,

each second darting

through space.

Without leaving a trace

in the beginning

there was.

. . . . .

A truth once remembered.

Every Moment

Anonymously captured.

What Remains

It comes to some too easily.

…

Thankful, you try to do the best with it
that you can regardless of your circumstance…

About This Place

Used to impart the details of an object

while elsewhere other works are being written,

guided by the bright pull of the moon.

Singled Out

Here within this suspended silence –

a silence almost unknowable.

A quiet intimacy kissed by a few tears.