Morning hours, whittling

Seeking out the Sun

Familiar shapes and navy skies

Darkness comes undone

As the Sun does rise

Recognition blooms

Mysteries in the light becoming nothing new

Night is the basswood block

Hidden possibilities

Day is the knife

Carving out reality

Set the Course

A push to move things forward

No use waiting for a chance

“Life is what you make of it”

Something often said

Directionless for decades

Drifting through the years

Fighting hesitation and a thousand little fears

Leave it all behind

Choose progress over death

Find your strength

Take pride in every step

The Edge of Everything

Passing through cracked sky

Slipping between clouds

Rising

High above the ground

From troposphere to stratosphere, mesosphere and on

Through boundaries, into the beyond

Deep space

Past the reaches of our familiar Sun

Seeing in a new light

See the universe undone

Fraying at the edges

Lost void

Grand precipice

Gaze into the well

Cast yourself and make a wish

Season Out Of Sync

Closing out the year

Another cycle ends

Weather juxtaposed

Last year’s snow

Winter’s dread

Seasons pay no heed to dates

Carving up the calendar

Each claiming their own stake