Space and time entwine - light beams stretch to where and when stars began to shine.
Their very first day, both man's and God's creations begin to decay.
Between infinite and infinitesimal – searching for the truth.
Spears thrust through the clouds, violating pristine curves - contrails in the sky.
The sun starts to sink slowly through clouds in the west - Rhapsody in Pink.
A world of wonder shines through a baby’s bright eyes - every sight is new.
Imagination, like small glass globes with snowstorms, can capture the world.
The chains grow longer as the clock ticks and weights fall - our lives grow shorter.
Rocks and stones lie still, serene and uncomplaining - but their history!
Mini-mystery – sand by the side of the road, far from any sea.
After silent drought a flood of haiku moments fills my mind with words.
Like a bicycle, our lives need forward progress to stay on the path.
Branches drooping low, Hemlocks cling to Mother Earth; Spruce embraces sky.
The tiny pigeon lies in state, but no one cries - the last of its kind.
New paint and paper can alter our surroundings – memories remain.
Triangle twirling, black blotches whirling above – three turkey buzzards.
Mozart in the air – modern miracles transform a neighborhood stroll.
Written 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright