Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
If I sowed flowers that all bloomed the same color;
If I planted plants that all grew to the same height;
If I selected vegetation all alike in leaf and shape;
If so, my garden would be so much the poorer for it.
Monday, September 18, 2017
Morning; wet with placental waters.
Graced; wizard light transfiguring.
When humbly invisible ordinarinesses,
Become spectacles of inspiring glory.
The labor of a midnight geometrician;
A design of death and life ephemeral.
(photography by tiwago)
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