And I weep, for time and human fragility. How precious are we, how precious this one breath of life we live.

The sun shines beautifully in brilliant blues and vibrant greens that quickly turn to fiery reds and then with their last breath a soft and peaceful gold.

What once was a whirlwind of spring flowers and fluttering hearts, faces as all things do, the bitter cold of winter. A longing replaces the enamored, a doting devotion turns to a haunting devotion.

No longer waiting for them to come home, but for you to return to them.

and so, I weep. For this breath of life is painfully beautiful and marvelously quick.



Alta sacerdotessa Pheonix

There is a lot that moves me, much that I keep within. A creativity overflowing that I am excited to spill over this platform.