[ Jared Robertson ]  
[ S P I R I T ]
     “Here blooms like bubbles tugged gently upward from glazed green leaves, there a shrub bore a thousand pipe-shaped blossoms, each whistling soflty to make the music of ancient Earth, of the ruby-red sunlight, water seeping through black soil, the languid winds. And beyond the roqual hedge the trees of the forest made a tall wall of mystery.”
— Jack Vance, The Dying Earth


[ Haiku ]

soft
autumn
thunder
step
s
without
lightning
in
a
chance
to
enchant
her


gentle
wing
sorrow
deep
old
shadow
wander
east
from
ocean
embrace


feather
ghost
foretell
my
fragrant
rainbow
murmur
and
hear
my
night
dream


morning
moment
dark
desire
jumps
dear
silence
warm
love
cry
blossom


winter
garden
blooms
low
clouds
stir
remember
ed
song
reveal
spring
joy


enter
soft
hot
fox
rise
ing
sigh
fall
ing
whisper
share
the
flow
,
laugh



the
dream
wolf
did
howl
ferocious
gentle
rhythm
through
dark
garden
sky


rain
weep
s
on
the
sand
beneath
a
cherry
moon
sky
dawn
star
fall
s



Autumn
Lightning
Must
Enchant
A
Bright
Snow
y
Dream
Winter
Sky
At
Peace

[ Odyssey ]


I’m ready for life.

[ S P I R I T ]