stand in the wilderness.
look at all the trees.
see the leaves
return.
feel the familiar
be new
again.
© Hudson Biko
Photo by Meriç Dağlı
Tag: Environment
hope
the hope was sterile
in backdrops
of winding clocks
and days
that seemed to stay
for far shorter
than the calendar
made it seem
that they would.
and there were times.
when the skies
would cry.
and the earth
would shed.
and the leaves
just bled.
and the dying. was everywhere.
but. here we are. now.
with the cracks.
in the ice.
and drizzles.
on the window sills.
all still.
filled. with thrills.
of new beginnings © Hudson Biko
in backdrops
of winding clocks
and days
that seemed to stay
for far shorter
than the calendar
made it seem
that they would.
and there were times.
when the skies
would cry.
and the earth
would shed.
and the leaves
just bled.
and the dying. was everywhere.
but. here we are. now.
with the cracks.
in the ice.
and drizzles.
on the window sills.
all still.
filled. with thrills.
of new beginnings © Hudson Biko
autumn
it’s just past midday.
the adieu
in a milieu
of hues
linger in the orange.
the seas
of leaves
sit still
on the edges
of the branches.
there is a luminescence.
in the absence.
of the stress
to stay.
and it is so beautiful.
© Hudson Biko – Poem and Photograph
Yellow
Flashes of yellow
and streaks of
orange scatter
across a sky
that stays
still at
five to
six am
letting
light infuse
its darkness
with perceptions
of new beginnings as
if endings ever existed
in the first place
( calling it sunrise )
Mellow
The sounds
of makeshift drums
bellow
in a background
made of mellow
spaces
and mazes
of paths pervaded
by everything somehow simultaneously
desired and already had.
( lost in spaces of mellow )
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Nathan Anderson
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