Texture, air, light -
a hundred stalks unfurlng,
colors rise rough with gold,
mythic tones from the deep black
alluvial soil of gum and cypress,
of pine and pinoak, the
heartbeat of a primal
nature opens up, confused
and wild, starving in it's earnestness,
murmuring intangible prayers blinding
in their mystery,
Inviting a hand of light and bleached
of color, mornings of blue air, soft as
velvet. The interior world becomes
significant.
Congratulations!
Wonderful piece to read aloud. Rich textures of sound -
"murmuring intangible prayers blinding
in their mystery"
I like. *
What Sam said. Love the colors and images you have here. *
Lovely. *
I can see why he took this. Deeply musical and a great snapshot.*
Beauty, craft, food for thought. *
Gary, Sam, Christian, Beate, Amanda and Jake: thanks so much for reading, faving and your support!
Yes. Very rich.*