Of Vibrant Vistas

The gilded rays of the climbing sun hit my eyes making me squint reflexively, and then just as suddenly, the blaze softened into a warm, diffuse glow. As my pupils adjusted once again to the natural dimmer, the scene before me cast a mellow glaze on my keen senses. Curtains laden with mild, misty, moist … Continue reading Of Vibrant Vistas

Bare Reflections

Brown may be my colour yet, my heart is still alive, roots yet drink from the damp soil, my branches still do thrive. All summer long I fought the blaze, yearning an ashen cloud, not to see you eye my limbs, sharpened axes in the crowd. I sense my moment has come at last, there’s … Continue reading Bare Reflections