Monday, July 30, 2012

Dark Light

A flower lowers its head.

And realizes its shoes are untied.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Warda

The special growth.

Leans over and says hello.

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Hangers

Stuck on the ceiling.

Reaching down toward my spaghetti.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Snakey

Letters on the wall.

Looking for someone to bite.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Flowers For Thor

May be too little, too late.

But I happen to know he's a softie at heart.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Slowly

Some things happen slowly.

If they happen at all.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Steps

Take them one at a time.

And end up wherever you get to.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Arrow

Is happy to point the way.

But does not know to what.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Fish Wall

The time to run for it.

Is here. Is now. To spawn and die.

Secrets

Sometimes hide in plain view.

And sometimes they don't.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Splat

In the heat of the moment.

It all hits the wall.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Wettles

Of the wussy pillow.

Which was the way it was in March.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Monday

Mooning around, without much point.

Exactly as it should be.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Tangle

Well, a gentle one.

Quietly waiting in gentle light.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Quiet

Loud flowers annoy me.

I get along with these.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Bush Lighting

As ever, surprising. But.

Comes around every year.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Crawl Time

When you wake up in the morning, and you have six legs.

You go looking for a reasonable place to use them.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Light

Not the opposite of dark.

But its closest friend.

Friday, July 06, 2012

Friday Thoughts

Were on something else.

When this walked by.

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Secret Warmth

Nestled tightly in the weeds.

Glowing with a delicate ferocity.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Monday, July 02, 2012

Dark Reach

From out the bush.

Gropes a bright flowwah.

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Facement

Roger R. Roger, scribbled on a board.

Talking, squinting, smirking at the horde.