A cataract over the eye of the world
A barrier of frosted glass between us and the eternal night of space
The sun bleeding out softly over a bed of thin clouds
Cement in the process of drying, about three-quarters of the way there
An uninterrupted field of forget-me-nots pleading their case
A faceted sapphire gleaming with refracted light
Brittle shale fissioning into untold fractions
The marks a palette of pastels leaves behind on creative fingers
A sliver of light emerging from a cracked door
Tears falling quietly from a hidden face
The polished surface of an undisturbed lake on a windless day
A color gradient chart hanging in an art classroom
Fire illuminating ancient cave walls
The underwater churning of crashing waves

WEEKEND POTPOURRI:
Currently on repeat:
[THE FAINT SHADOW OF THE MORNING MOON?]
By Yone Noguchi
The faint shadow of the morning moon? Nay, the snow falling on the earth. The mist of blossoming flowers? Nay, poetry smiling up the sky.
We need your mind in print, pages between spines.