All Posts By: Byron McCoy
IN THE HEAT
Craving summer still, but not wishing life away, they made the most of winter day in refuge and rest from cold by fire hearth in among amongst the trees. Sky was blue and shone in layered, varied shades that lightened of blue into near white as others shaded darker, holding threads of red, […]
FIRST AND FOREVER
It was way his mind always remembered, choiced landmark in time and reference of a life: she in the wild, summer dress, free and embodiment of season’s spirit; stripe of tan over shoulder tops in widen and spread in fall to front, full sight in hide under cover of the dress; the freckles of […]
MILESTONE
I turn forty today—one of those birthdays with a zero at the end that are made to be a milestone. Whether it is or isn’t, like most in life, it’s what we choose to make it. I wake at the same time (actually slept in—started my day only a few minutes before five). […]
GIFTING
Sky blue-pink warmed into rose above yoke spill of morning sun spreading gold beneath cloud hue in quiet, meek of dawn’s begin to winter day. Another day, a mark of year, trip around the sun. She came to him in heart of home, room of romance hue. She dressed in gown of ivory […]
A CHANCE
Do you believe in God and scriptural sings? Do you believe God gifts messages and affirmations in design and orders laid before us for discernment? I do. There is a land auction today. It touches ground I own (or, more accurate, am making payments for). I am going. I intend to […]
ASCENDANCE
For a moment they spoke. For a moment they shared, alive in communion and presence, ephemeral in the lasting. Spirit sensed, and something more, she moved to walk away in ascent of stairs behind. He watched her as she went; body’s movement, bend of knee, raise of leg and tone of straighten in […]
SKY-DEPRESSION
Gray and gloom filled mist-fall dawn, sodden sky burdened of the weight. Without the light, without the gold, he felt melancholy take. He did not want the feel. He turned his eyes from outer world and focused inward to surroundings of their home: open space, old furniture, rug before the hearth—and she. […]
MANY PLANES
Sunday eve, game began and life in the city died, energy and spirit drawn and lost to gamed distraction. City’s life tuned out, hers tuned in through the hours of aloneness. In home, she went to table in bring of journal and a pen. Alone, at rest, she went within—into histories and distant […]