A breathing skyEncased in snowLike a ribcage andA humming heart. A happy componentSeen in snowflakeReflections,FragmentedIn the perfumesAnd moons ofEveryday. Horizons and valleysIced in white,And you are seenRibboned in the picturesque moment,And felt in the stillnessOf frozenChaos. Where in snowflakes,I used to see myself Only. A new winterAnd things areDifferentNow.
The world,Hilltop and street cornerEncased in gray wrappingAs snow whizzes,Dressing big blue mailboxesAnd street lamps. A glacial wind,Tangles the hairOf sidewalk wanderersAnd nighttime gypsies. Winter draftsPrick our earsAnd curl around the skinWe try to hide. Whispering whirlwindsHoller the namesWe wish to never hear again,So we put on earmuffs.
Ice and snow, tinseled terrain illuminates.Gray boots borrow knots of snow, flurries stuffed between the tangled patterns of the sole.Lonely igloo, frozen bricks staggered in a pallid fresco.Out, open, a peeking entrywayOrange light trickles as a fire flickers, and wanderers approach.Stamped footprints leave behind the printed journey, like a silkscreen or icy talisman.
I started to enjoy the feeling of having a camera in hand after taking a photography course in high school. Even before, I realized that photography is a form of art. No matter where I am, I'm often searching for beautiful scenes to shoot. Flowers and sunsets are two of my favorite things to photograph. … Continue reading My 2019 Photo Album
Today I turn 22 years old. When I was young, I never thought I'd turn 20. As a child, you imagine yourself to remain steady forever, never transitioning into a teenager, let alone an adult. Obviously, this is not the case. I like my birthday a lot, in fact, I love it. I look forward … Continue reading The Connection Between Humans & Bonsai Trees
The skyReflected ice skate lakes,Teal and shiny like steel. The celestial vaultWas folded like a blanketAnd placed inside the freezer,Beside the vanillaBehind the December lacedIce cube trays. The atmosphereChurned and stirredLike cookie batter.Flour sprinklingCountertop cornersAs white sliversCoated knit. The cerulean sphereWhispered and howledIn snowflakes,Magnetized to mittensAnd configuring pathwaysTo the mazes ofSnowscapes. The periwinkle havenSpun and … Continue reading A December Poem: Snowflakes
The lush of theCanopyMade my eyesFill with glareAs parakeet paletteGlinted back at me,A shineHarsher than the sun. Peaked and ducked,Long rays from skyTo footprint pathwaysWeaved in the breezeBuried, then revealedLike the letter WIn the branches. Thick trunksCrackled in chipped barkDripped in sodden sap,As burly rootsGrappled at feetManeuvered around leavesAnd across moss beds,Careful not to disturb … Continue reading A November Poem: Field Notes
This past weekend, I spent Saturday at Pennsylvania's Longwood Gardens. Located in Kennet Square Pennsylvania, Longwood Gardens offers several acres of blooms of all type. Sections of the park possess their own theme and as the seasons come and go, special exhibits are open to all. Until November 17th, the theme is Blooms & Bamboo. … Continue reading A Day At Pennsylvania’s Longwood Gardens
In the treesWith the subtle breeze,Maple and sycamoreWaterfall. In the treesWith the mild breeze,Gray and cream scarvesFlutter like silken snow owls. In the treesWith the shivered breeze,Chestnut squirrelsPluck their tails. In the treesWith the billowed breeze,Orange harmoniesAnd yellow melodiesChime as the sun driftsIn thenOut. In the treesWith the blizzard breeze,The lapis skyLapped at EastAnd folded … Continue reading An October Poem: In The Trees
The boy ran through the woods. His feet naked, like they always were. He never did wear a pair of socks. Long grasses tickled the spaces between each of his toes. And mossy pieces grew from underneath nails. Wet wildflowers would kiss his ankles, leaves sticking to heel. The woods was the boy's sanctuary. A … Continue reading A Short Story: Greenhouse