Backlit Journey

by john clare

On the double log bridge I rest and watch
Before me the backlit hammock of sunlight blotched
To my right the faint flowing sound of the spring
To the left last evenings rain forms a new stream
Above the thunder roll whistle of a passing jet
And behind over the rise go we all to complete
each our separate journey through the backlit as
The whispered breeze quietly comes to nudge us on
The countless crickets serenade with a symphonic song
Calling, ever calling us to the waters below
I break from the backlit spell and enter the flow.

Silent Requiem

It was but an early August morning, and yet you fell, leaving the last traces of your life oozing yellow upon the forest floor. And I watched helpless, as from the canopied heights you fell. Why so early my sweet friend? Did you not wish to wait for the red autumn to course through your cold veins? Was this your way to gently go, early and unnoticed, as above the sunlight fought to make its way through?
I shall never know. I only know that I was there, to see you fall. I know that in time, this floor shall be covered with the remains of your brothers and sisters who now so blissfully sway the day away. Do they realize what is coming? Do they chill come evening with the thought?

To Abalone

To Abalone by john clare

Into the clear blue of the pool I
suspend and let the silence surround
with a soothing sinking into a dream
of days upon the wide waters when
crashing over our tops we spun in
machine like rhythm, the sand and
the star fish rasping us clean.
They dove to the bottom in search of the
Abalone that held the treasure
Seekers for years who came
to harvest from this pool.
They surfaced so rich
I cannot fathom the depths
they dove to mine these
pearls of rarest beauty.
Tread me water
Tread me water
The float floats from me
Tread me longer
Tread me longer
In a swirl as we did under sea
Tread tread tread
Down descends the heavy head
Tread Tread
Whats that I see
Tread
How rich I shall be
My Abalone
I see.

Infant Eternity

In the volume of the book, I AM have come, and I AM was there upon the dawn, when with but a pinkie I AM called forth trees and all creation upon terra. With the ring I AM called forth the blue firmament with flocks of birds upon it. With the middle I AM called and the sun and moon came and their circuits made between heaven and earth. With but a lifting of the thumb I AM said let the stars sing and the clouds billowing come to hide my glory. And then I AM lifted the grand index and  all the men he ever created came and fell before Him as the book was opened upon the mere infant of days in the eyes of the eternal I AM.

Drawn Away

For this journey the little one adorned herself in the finest colors she could muster. And as she set out upon her journey through the blends of the muted and the impressionables, her coat so bright soon did fade and as she came to the end of her long way, with but one feeble touch toward the master, the petal to the flesh, and the flush of brilliant color returned, as she was set in a place of honor in the Masters window.

Hehet's Haven

And who can measure the immeasurable? The Spider Lily as the innumerable stars of the universe. We greet the coming of the sun, not with the heads of Medusa's and the underworld spirits, but with the light of life from the Creator God, Yahweh, having put all in subjugation to His grand song we all compose upon.

Folding Life

Holding forth the colors in a grand but humble display. I shout quietly the beauty coming forth from me! This creation from the dark veins of my pulpy core. I am not one to throw before you the wonder of this perfection. As you see, I have pulled back the petal of my perfection and I show that I have become as you.

Caress the Gold

It is a Friday. Yes, it is so hot out that most photographers have taken to the studio cool. We were to journey to the beach Saturday.
The prospect of the return to the calming influence of the Atlantic ocean at Crescent Beach leaves as a weep tide. Perhaps we shall journey after all, for as I said previously, I am there now, the waves gently lapping upon the worn one.
And so I sit and watch the caressing of the marigold, the sway of the amaranth, the song of the spider lily,the praise of the Gloriosa Lily and know if the oceans swell not for me, then I have this little garden of friends to carry me.

Two Sides

Two views of the same Sweet Gum leaves in the Spanish Moss. One from the front the other behind, or vise versa, depending upon where you prefer to stand.

River Otter

In the early morning low light under the thick trees, the River Otter made his appearance to me. He snorted continually, then swam underwater, leaving a long bubble trail for me to follow. After a few minutes of this following, he briefly surfaced by his den and I captured a few photographs.

Gulf Fritillary

Agraudis vanillae are returning to the Northern edges of their range to recolonize for the coming summer and fall. Today we encountered them in the fields surrounding Alligator Lake.

Eastern Black Swallowtail

Papilio polyxenes asterius returned today. It has been a long time missing you. In the coming days, as we flit among the Gulf Fritillary and Monarchs passing through, I trust our time upon the fields of lavender will be rich as you fulfill your Iliad.