Girls on rocks artist
his blues so luminous they
named one after him
Maxfield Parrish
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Category Archives: magic
Snowstorm
The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.
David Bowie
The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.
Morning ritual
Light breaks. I heed the
call to darkness, cup rich black
magic in my hands.
House near Woodstock
A’s dream–a fairy
cottage in the woods–simply
too good to be real.
Haiku of the day
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Sufficient
Some days it’s enough:
an absent child’s return, a
dog’s rapt love, a kiss.
Snow blind
Spiraling flakes, like
small hands opening wide, feel
their way down to earth.
Afternoon rendezvous
She blithely sails out
the door. No explanations
save her secret smile.
Dull lives filtered take
on romance, mystery, masked by
Low-fi Sutro Rise.
a haiku a day 