All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Silver morn’s become of gold, they remained in nakedness and free in heart and depth-recess of home; golden bright of sun and shade of the rooms making mirrors of windowed glass; they on back-side looking out on the light, invisible to outside sight.                In sanctuary and love they stayed, glowed of morning’s way […]

        She sat at island in evening sun, on backless wicker stool that drew her body raised and upright in a balance.           Yellow light shone through window, casting on the island face drawing violet blush from depth and shadow in the stone.         Open page before her, pen […]

        There were many things he’d never know but imagined and dreamed on all the same; and while he gave time and mind to array of his imaginings, he was guarded not to overthink and trouble on what was not for him to know.           He believed there reason in it […]

               She filled with mirth at morning’s sign: yellow light and cast of warmth, how fast the world was changed.                Anything was possible.  Anything could be.                She sat with the light at island rest, morning coffee that further stirred, further woke, warming and gifting further energy to the hope.                In the morning […]

               Gloam of dawn began deep and dark of navy sky, smoke umber of horizon line rising to green-indigo meet of divided sky, Venus’ morning star in navy’s depth high above and only heaven-sign that showed.                Change of the world, from dew, mist formed in veil and blanket-cover of the earth as birds began […]