Radiant clouds at dusk First white, then drifting A fire within and furnace without Then orange burning Magenta gives way to rouge Scarlet burns the fire again The fire of life The fire of night The fire of agony The fire of mystery.

Dreaming trees at dawn in the jungles of India. When I was barely awake in the early winter morning, these jungle trees were also waking up from their slumber. The misty, gossamer light, golden and amber. If you're seeing this on a phone, please see in landscape mode.

Forty summers I have seen Some like a touch of velveteen Others like the sting of guillotine Watching, catching Creatures of the dark like Constantine While an angel watched Like a mother from Magdalene I went searching of a tambourine Empty streets await, they said It was all foreseen How

A lake in the Satpuda forest. The hues of the grass: from dried brown to fresh green to burnt green to foggy blue.