My writing called bring a return metamorphosis answered beating its wings drying the flow a seasonal cycle fall into spring in a jar once of Play-Doh six months an insectarium transformed a living statue a bathroom constant awaiting a vernal spark life parsley wilted dried…
Sunset
With the waning, the closing of the day I fight to hold onto the dying light Watching sun burn quiet into a star Strength fading from hot white to cold black night Lost in transformation, my faith is found In tranquil treasures of a changing sky Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates…
Carry Me Away …
To have feet that could carry me to a place A place not here … a place not there To a place that is to be Where wings will appear And can bring dreams to me. All Photos and Text © Dale Schierbeck See more of from other’s submissions to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Minimalist….