Secret Language

I’ve heard they speak a secret language.
I’ve heard they communicate in words we cannot see.

Wandering and wondering….
What words of wisdom?
What words of advice?
What might they be whispering to me?

Color Study Ten

When the sky rises all colors of pink…and the mountains glow in reflection.
This feeling. This fleeting moment. This magical light.

How might I respond? - I asked.
How might I do it just…while re-creating an expression of my own vision?

Silent Space

Never a question. Always a promise.
Still - I hold tight to that magical wish….this dream….this vision.

Winter.

That silent space in this in between.
What was…and what is yet to be.