bowed head, she is  an old  woman sinking to herself:   thorns, stems, hips, perfume- her bony fingers grasp tight the last brown-burnt...

I search for myself not among the fallen leaves black bruised on rain-silted path But in stillness of afternoon sun yellowing ...

Grace @ Everyday Amazing The dead man sits on wooden bench, rained with fallen leaves. He marvels how sky light ripples the leaves t...

By Fire Painter, Steve Spazuk To fire painter Draw me out of flames Smoke streaking the air Where there is darkness Let ...

Grace @ Everyday Amazing a leaf falls into a bed of leaves bruised-black, yellow-starched, pressed wet on the city’s ground ...

Picture credit:   Colossal Before war is the war                       of words That burns our mind That changes our faces to bir...

The path of Lost Souls Photography:   Brooke Shaden in the dead of winter season you build a trail of paper boats beside the do...

Photography:   Joel Robison We are pawns in this political game moving to & fro, invisible faces spinning left & right, ...

October, Annual Sockeye Salmon Run, Adam's River, BC Canada  This river is our primal mother She beckons to us every year to...

Sun Photography by Alan Friedman Sun Star, you're the faithful one stirring our eyes to fire shaping seeds to ripe fruits. S...