clear and sweet

clear and sweet is my soul, 

and clear and sweet is all 

that is

not my soul.

walt whitman       song of myself

the precious nature of all things

he ate and  
drank the
  precious words –
his spirit grew
robust –
he knew no more  
that he was poor;
nor that his
frame was
  dust –
he danced  
along the dingy
days
and this bequest
of wings
was but a book –
what liberty
a loosened spirit
  brings –

emily dickinson

seeking beauty

as long as i love beauty i am young,

am young or old as i love more or less

words excerpted from john davies' "seeking beauty"

radiance

autumn leaves

like torn pieces

of origami paper

fall

from the sky

silent

and

rain-silvered