skyward pull
the water below



Photo: Watson Lake, Prescott, AZ, c.b.w. 2013

Words: haiku, c.b.w. 2019




leafless branches
bend the light
and dance


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Photo: Granite Dells, Prescott, AZ, c.b.w. 2013

The desert seems so barren and devoid of life, but the light that dances across the crevices and through leafless branches is boundless. It touches everything leaving warmth and a sense of something divine and unstoppable. Shadows are few yet not without purpose; they are a place where thoughts collect and wait for the silence of night.

Words: c.b.w. 2019



The walls encroach, oblivious to what they’ll crush.

Eroded paths curve and narrow, teasing unsure souls. Sturdy stones can crumble like chalk with just one touch.

Is there an exit or just the illusion of escape? Open doors sometimes have invisible locks.

Nowhere to climb, the sky looms wide. The windows are closed, the glass is clean.

Rainless ground plays tricks on the mind. Light is not real. Green is just a dream.

Shadows paint pictures of ghosts, yet quell the fire that rages inside.

On the horizon, vines grow wild with forbidden fruit.

A shaky hand reaches for emerald keys.

Granite Dells, Prescott, Arizona
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2014