The Garden of the Seasons -- Images from June

Memories of June

Lilac lover of lonesome
perfume
looming over the land

Lincoln's last train ride
across a land of weeping

Iris white as ladies' hands
as death
as dreams of love
as songs of life
as the raising of hands
in pure ascension
as the hands of tomorrow
lifted in salute

The Rose Scented Land

Flowing from the green
wilderness
Flowing from the wild heart
Leaning into the sky
Reaching into the days
to come

Lifted to the light
That short, soul-eating
lingering light

What day is this?
We know what day it is
We know it is the day that does
not endure
And yet we rise

Into the Green

And up to the light
Creatures of borders,
boundaries
Pinned to earth
Anchored by the twist
of unseen forces
the mineral devouring hairs
that probe the depths
for sustenance

So much elevation
resting on the hunger
of roots