
the trees in winter
charcoal etchings on paper
new paths in the mind

the trees in winter
charcoal etchings on paper
new paths in the mind

ever so slowly
jet contrail crossing the sky
ten miles a minute

the sun going down
changing the angles of light
moving through the woods
PS: Not sure what the photographic anomaly is in the lower left corner but decided not to crop it out of the photo. What do you think?

just wondering if
under the right conditions
we’d all have halos
when a shrub flowers
is it new creations or
old resurrections