Thunder Struck

The sky roared

with absolute

authority

Winged Visitation

WINGS

VEINED AS

PETALED SANCTUARY

MORNING VISITATION

SACRED

LIFE

I've been gone too long.

Passion Flower Sunset

no words tonight, just image

1st Leaf

Gold fringed glory,

sporting a spring-time halo,

first to greet me

on a late winter's morn.

Praise for your presence,

for your soft-spoken message,

your fiery radiance

branding my soul.

Foggy, Foggy Light

There is a comfort in the grey,

stroking all with muffled touch;

Speaking in low, low whisper,

"Closer, closer, come closer, dear."

~BLD~

A Conversation With Vincent

There he is again, watching me in this mud-filled pit.  

What are you doing here, in this valley? This is my private valley, my valley of death, full of the bones of my ego-driven successes and failures. What say you, Vincent?  As your star-filled night explodes and your influence reaches beyond the grave, what say you? I'm waiting for the answer, I know you know.

Contemplating Vincent

Sometimes I just have to throw an artistic tantrum.