If you think long enough
Spring will come
but if a windy wind erupts
from the sty of your eye
the gold streets will turn to lead
from a rain cloud that never pails

The color of  talk
with sunny chimes,
spring as a shiny fortitude
the world as a rounded dahlia.

Silence it did tell
yet I wish you well
Surely we will be friends
With all this talk
I hope your wounds may mend
There will be some time
and waking someday
with a fine fettle
We spoke on the telephone
half the words were astoundment
and the others pride in each other
I wrote you a letter
and re-read between the lines
All I can do is sign the time

Lonely Anne.
The day lays still,
shadows forever chase the wall,
beneath the nights, benign future spheres
gigantic upheavals,
step out into skyline infinity
forever starry-eyed,
you're speaking out about the fear of loving.
you cant release or realize,
There are lines for our deeds
and platitudes for our causes
can our morals be recalled today?

Upon the West Lands.
Summer has long been spent.
The cold current of the ocean
brings the rain.
Piecing together the weather.
They have lost all hope
in better calms.

The haunting bones of the islands archipelago,
brings out the prospect of shipwrecks.
The still melancholy of moonlight caresses the fallows.
The plowed hinterlands echo beyond,
the boundaries of  saline drenched land defenses.
Celestrial sunlight is long gone,
as the gulls make their passage home.

With myrtle and whispers
I undertook the words of the sages

Promises relapse in an unseemly  fashion
Man the forever disobedient

The plump moon
compromises loftily

The Dryad's harsh splendor
boasts their specious context

No morning blackbird
my words unsaid
remember there's a fall

The days drew in,
the shadows caress my face.

As the calvary of life goes by
hearts of frankness set me free

Who wants to know,
why the black crocuses don't grow

Behind the cascades of leaves
the bald Sun has to run and hide;
didn't you  hear its arrow rush,
For this is how things are.

Assorted formats E6 C41's B/W
the freedom to choose.
Analogue photography,
so composite for the waiting completionist.
Central weighted or average metering
there's a modernist matrix too,
and manual focusing
or automatic focusing.
Selenium, CDS, or silicon photocells.
Cobalt shutters or cloth curtains.
This is the playground for  the eager:
creativity for those patient users.
Incident or reflected light meters
to avail,
country scenic views