At Last The Sky Broke Open

                             

Windblown against the storm, she walked on. One by one she dropped the orchids, leaving a path. The clouds above her became the earth. At last the sky broke open. Emptyhanded, she didn't care. She was home.

3 Graces

You surprised me with your patience while I photographed the city over and over again. You surprised me when you framed your favorites for your office. You let me surround you, immerse you with my art. Just the way you engulf my life with your need for my every breath, my every heart beat to call your own.

Come Climb Through My Window