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

fading

thin fading dancers

small tattered edges

caught in the wind

their silvered bodies

carve

smaller arabesques

their songs

now sung

in grey whispers