Off seizing some adventure in Europe for a bit.
In the meantime, some Italian gems.

Smokey Mountain Majesty

 Age is a beautiful word,

inescapably chasing to no avail these

imperfect, rushing, ungoverned,

or simply,
untidy,

 souls.
and when we pause to breathe, we always manage to whisper behind,
as she reaches for our backs,
"godspeed".

Fog

A bit of expired film from a foggy venture last week
where I discovered, surrounded by mist,
a young maple
that would seem lorn at a glimpse.

In her solace, a sovereignty,
and wearing only a veil of warm evening fog,

but beneath an alluringly lovely
freedom.

Giverny

Strolling through an endless late spring of french daydreams.

Renaître

forever is a long, long time.

Rite of Spring

,

A rite of spring is born,

 hair tossed in the wind, bright eyed, wandering

 humming a sweet beltane wind,

she sings,

"The earth is awake".

Evermore

evermore thawing, budding & blooming