Scribbling Autumn

pen of time scribbling autumn dripping ink shaded charcoal upon the page – embraced in black all color eroded swallowed in its muted gaze monochromed silenced – hush the whir of vehicles ambience inhale the smoke of moonless nights – the last word written upon the page blending lost within a stained season

Reaching the Limit

when you reach the moon will you then be satisfied or set your sights on more distant bodies – when does progress reach its limit

Gibbous

shave the wax from gibbous – whittle it down to a candle suspended serenely in celestial splendor lambent piece of eight placed upon the still eye of the world paying the fare for the journey across stellar styx – two ships passing calmly through space