In The Pink

The seasons’ breath whipped through the air and branches bent to its’ will the crowns congregated, the mulch agitated throughout the woodland nothing lay still the earth revealed bore imprint, of habitat sustained and while the foundation lay dormant the spirit remained untamed The unscented air seemed revitalized and oxygenated my core as all things prepare for the year born anew when bud becomes bloom once more

Auricularia auricula-judae

This is not one of my photos! This is a picture of the Terra Sirenum, a large region in the southern hemisphere of Mars . I find it extraordinary to be looking at the surface of another planet in such detail. Anyway, the picture came courtesy of Nasa Image of the Day.

The Last Blossom As the inky black of night time begins to melt away Its’ grip on the moment loosened by the coming of the day The first shards of sunlight pierce the darkness of the world And I behold the morning born anew, its’ arms unfurled The earth sighs in welcome, its’ breath condenses as the mist Dew forms on dormant bud and yet one bloom persists There stretching out before me, defiant 'til the last A solitary blossom kindles thoughts of seasons past

These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling, of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in. Of experiences interpreted with mortal imperfection, of sporadic impulses bereft of all direction. Of paths that I have ventured down seeking illumination, of venom that I have endured to recreate sensation. Of countless souls encountered, of faces memorised, of deeds born of pure intent, of some intent disguised. Of dreams that I have realised and dreams yet to be? The exploration of my fate, the rationale for me. These words I place upon the page bear witness to the telling, of time and space I occupy, and moments that I dwell in.