Watercolor waves rise and fall
dipped in onyx, kissed by pearls
Skeleton bristles soaked with light,
soar from black shores, ready to paint
Magenta canvas covered in gold,
whispers of pink, hush purple night
Unwritten stars wait for the muse,
velvet mist for the glow of the moon


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Photo: Little Gibson Lake, Wisconsin, c.b.w. 2005
Words: c.b.w. 2014



In the thick, it’s hard to see.
Arms outstretched, even harder to reach.
The web is cast, setting the trap.
Weary travelers feel the wrath.
Brittle bars cage a whittled spine.
Dying bones can’t escape what binds.
The air is heavy, full of unanswered prayers.
They sky hangs low, desperate to hear.
Barren twigs defy spring’s touch.
Gray and dry, crumble to dust.
Between black and gray, light exists.
Specks of gold slip through the cracks.

Northwoods, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2014

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c.b.w. 2014



There is the place above, white and bright

And the place below, shadowed with strife

Weaving them together, the place between

The ground with roots, twigs, and green

One is where we believe angels fly,

the other is for others who refuse to abide

What’s left is where we breathe and reside

Is one good, one evil, and one where choices are made?

Or are they all intertwined and part of a harmonious plane?

In all things, there is shadow and light

In every breath, the threads of life

Near Minocqua, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2014