flounce of her skirt whips our way as she spins and twirls in her crimson gown, with fearful admiration we watch enraptured her beauty and ferocity. so we retreat to give her space on the dance floor, and await her performance. 9.11.17

as the main event approaches, opening act performs, wind gusts strew branches rain plummets down. the air smells like damp pine needles mixed with hot chocolate and hope. walking the streets full of abandon the human quiet is edible, cars drive with purpose as the wind sings. 9.10.17

wind breathes life into the trees animating them with the will to walk they perch as if taking a step while the atmosphere fills with warning an ominous quiet which hints at the impending uncertainty… 9.9.17

the fears of others drape me like chains; struggle to stand, hunch with the strain. the counsel i seek resides in me and the power above felt but unseen… so await for a sign my feet in the sand salt of the sea strength of the land. 9.8.17

once again we brace for a storm mother nature’s rage supplants my own, diminished by her fury we bond in community, spiraling past all that held us down. 9.7.17