An individual whose intellect has been inextricably linked to art becomes an institution on his own.

Strands of memories connected by time.

If you're not a gold dust in the desert, stay that way until you're scooped up by the wind and dumped in a gold quarry.

As the sun reveals her
glowing boosm, the star’s
fade into the darkness
as the sun lights
the world bringing life
to the shadows.

Upon the dew drops of mornings
breeze, I am pondering as I am
left wondering within the forest
of ideas within my mind,
and the beauty of the season
breaks the struggle from
the heat of summer.

Adieu to summer, Autumn has arrived.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

A Single entity
Several identities
Bewildered throng
Endless deliberation
No resolution
Only confusion