All Posts By: Byron McCoy
LIFE-SPEED
I stop. I breathe. It is most anxious moment of my day—getting everyone out the door. I’ve woke the kids. Moved and prepped with little nudges to set day-momentum, there comes a moment when time is up and nudges cease. A bomb goes off, like an EMP that kills and ends all […]
WEEK’S BEGIN
Returned from countryside and wild, mind and heart remained behind. She dreamed of the ambers. She dreamed of the golds—sunlight through the trees at evening shade. It was where she longed to be: in daylight’s end, serenity and peace, solitude of shared-soul company in vast open of a world—in magic of a place. […]
AUTUMN-SPRING
They lived their autumn as a spring. Amongst the scarlets, golds, and falling away—they lived and held loving in the vigor of life. Like bird and bee in natural-wilds, he took to her offered blooms of pinks and rose, fixed and unbroken attraction to her open flowering. Cool of dawns, end-heat of […]
INNER-REALM EXPRESSION
The leaves began as amber, but in penetration of the sun and translucence of the light, they were changed and made to gold. In their cast, in their hues, she stood in spirit and the wild She was beautiful in the gold. She was beautiful in the blue—of sky and denim’s wear—and in […]