Bending Walls with Visions of Time
Stillness croaks to the lopsided moon in humming formation — seekers of light are dimmed by grey walls and ocular deprivation — the experience of the sunrise motions toward the empty bliss of the witch's hour. Geese and cottonwood vine, honeywine and moonlight her voice echoes to me through these kyanite skies.
Your connection to nature is great. I also appreciate all mineral and rock words in your poems. I’m learning a lot while being fascinated.
Thanks!
Of all so far, this resonates the most with me. Beautiful. Nice job, good work.