canyon winds blow and the earth paints the sky shades of purple

late summer sunset prairie wildrye set ablaze traffic drones on

sway in the wind beneath the late summer sun and forget it all

the touch of your feet entangled in mine no more

chasing tails of olden dreams and love squandered

broken in two the fibers of my being threadbare

the rage inside me silenced by the gentle wind bending yellow grass Click to enlarge    

tiny crystal balls with no future and no past only this moment  

stop-motion life impression of movement yet frozen here  

i walk to the garden gently bathing my bare feet in the morning dew