Atalanta Rising

Spring sunrise in my cup, for just this moment, your light is all I need to find myself filled up.

“The moon was out and we saw some sheep. We saw some sheep take a walk in their sleep. by the light of the moon, by the light of a star; They walked all night from near to far. I would never walk. I would take a car.”

So shallow were the lines of your name carved in, time had worn it too thin. Of the few that remained, something spoke to me of a sad refrain. Enchanted by the dewy covered spiders web, I traced along it’s delicate threads. Your story; sad to tell. So many heads did turn away, desperate not […]

“She is not dead but sleepeth.” Dear Paulina Way, It was such a sad and dreary day; July 6th, 1886. The sun shone brightly, like any summer’s day, except in the heart of poor Enoch Way. Like all real men of your time do, he cinched it up and struggled through, but only five hundred […]

Calla lilly, tulip, iris, rose and mum; Miss Mary M. you died at 51. One hundred thirty two years and eighty two days, carved in stone never yet the sun to fade, John brought to you one last bouquet. Gone but not forgotten; though all who ever knew, have passed on too. One hundred thirty […]

…through piney trees, dance on glass; beautiful scene. Casting colors, circular infinity; Yellow, orange, blue and green.