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Project Morning Star Art & Poetry 10/31/2025
Steps assured but nearly skating homeward around the icy bend of lost meadow/ Now glistening upon the white & blood bright as life, a forgotten Christmas bow. From Light & Shadow 1/21-22/2010 Photograph with a digital effect 2010
Steps assured but nearly skating homeward around the icy bend of lost meadow/ Now glistening upon the white & blood bright as life, a forgotten Christmas bow. From Light & Shadow 1/21-22/2010 Photograph with a digital effect 2010
Quieted by last bird songs as dusk resolves. Almost impossible now above my roof & bold into Heaven's blue, the old rainbow's arch. 5/30/2009 From Light& Shadow Photograph with digital art 2013
Quieted by last bird songs as dusk resolves. Almost impossible now above my roof & bold into Heaven's blue, the old rainbow's arch. 5/30/2009 From Light& Shadow Photograph with digital art 2013
New Autumn Crow
September 2019
September 2019
Crow calls above my cold rooftop/ First light of day & a new poem. Bright(est) Cathedral rays of near star as morning’s dream fades. 11/19-20/2007 Photograph with digital art 2010
Crow calls above my cold rooftop/ First light of day & a new poem. Bright(est) Cathedral rays of near star as morning’s dream fades. 11/19-20/2007 Photograph with digital art 2010
Whisperings & quieted thoughts by evening again> Bare Winter Willow soon weeps of ice & wind/ Last Autumn’s leaves still mourn this un-stilled tempest. Snowlight lost in distant stars. 1/31-2/1/2008 From Light & Shadow Photograph by Selina K. 2000 Digital art by T. Byron K. 2010
Whisperings & quieted thoughts by evening again> Bare Winter Willow soon weeps of ice & wind/ Last Autumn’s leaves still mourn this un-stilled tempest. Snowlight lost in distant stars. 1/31-2/1/2008 From Light & Shadow Photograph by Selina K. 2000 Digital art by T. Byron K. 2010
Photo for Project End of Days By T. Byron K. 2021
Because time is a singular decision, implying an infinite waiting— O those blackest storm clouds shout to cool somber hills again, now there are gardenia in the field arching their way to Heaven/and the rain that Summer brings washes the dust from the elder trees/strangled smoothness and life like an apology is also waiting the squall of death’s asking. *From Faith of Heart 1993 Photograph with digital art 2021
Art by T. Byron K.
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Lonely, the cold willow weeps [again]/ Blossoms as white as snow- drops. 5/1/2010 Photograph with digital art 2010
Lonely, the cold willow weeps [again]/ Blossoms as white as snow- drops. 5/1/2010 Photograph with digital art 2010
We are tempted into moving across boundaries of ourselves, invisible hands at the helm of this great ship's turning, gesturing past the night, heart felt caravans strung out amid golden stars, all now calling us homeward./ From "Night Crossing" Copyright 1993 T. Byron K.
Art by T. Byron K.
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