Empty landscapes. Concepts for upcoming collaboration.
Measure the summer in insects -
Fireflies when the nights are damp -
storm’s aftermath, blue dusk lit by another dance of light.
Brown beetles when the yellow glow wanes,
round and haphazard flight, insistant -
striking against glass, tangling in hair.
Dragonflies as the days grow bright, the heat oppressive -
resting on powerlines, their wings adding to the faint electrical hum,
floating singular and in twos -
sensual blues and reds and iridescent wings.
Grasshoppers when the lawns begin to brown,
the faint burning aroma when grass is cut or trampled,
and the crisp pop of the leap, the escape from grasping hands.
Cicadas when humidity is a stagnant shroud
bringing all movement to a crawl -
the clicking drone a constant,
soon to leave husks upon trees and fences -
thin knots of rebirth.
And garden spiders when the season shifts -
brilliant yellow marked with black,
stretching out webs across every divide -
patiently waiting for the feast,
for their burden delivered -
stasis until spring, until the sun thrives again.
Information Broker turned Shadow Broker, “monitoring” the adventures of one Commander Shepard.
For filantestar, mostly.
Wanted to get some pics of the sunrise clouds… and then I realized the humidity was fogging up my lens. >_>
Sort of added an odd misty quality to things.