So many ceremonies, cycles, and renewals begin with a sun focus—the new day dawning, the new year Earth circling again. The lengths of days and pausing points—solstice, equinox, solstice, equinox—cycles renewing. Each day, the Earth turns in and out of the sunlight field, and each year, it circles through the seasons. Sunlight, so renewing. Sunlight, …
It’s about time. Like, I have been waiting and waiting for the sun to shine again, for the shadows to return, for the clock on the wall to tick again. It’s about time. Infinite and eternal, bounded only here by the finite biology, by the breath that comes to an end. It’s about time. Time …
One minute I am here, and the next I am deep into an email, my fingers clicking rapidly on the keyboard. One moment a sound pulls me back, the dishwasher humming along. The next moment I am days ahead, opening the holiday gifts, sitting now in stillness under the Charlie Brown-sized tree in a green …
brought to grounda sea of flowersrain falling © ryl brock wilson 2023
the unseen seagullscreeching and screeching from deepwithin morning mist © ryl brock wilson 2023
my shadow carriesan umbrella in the rain—car headlights pass by © ryl brock wilson 2023
where persimmons hung orange and ripe on bare tree a ladder rests now © ryl brock wilson 2023
wandering aloneuntil the morning sun shines—this first winter day © ryl brock wilson 2023
Venus and the moon lighting the long night’s darkness—Winter Solstice morn © ryl brock wilson 2023
rain enough—creates ten thousandwater sounds © ryl brock wilson 2023