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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

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Moonlit, ghostly child how do you dance the dark lonely miles? 1994 From Poems of the Infinite Dream *Also used as an album cover for the music group the spiritworld. Copyright 1994 T. Byron K.

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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.

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Word Painting- That slower sway of an evening's dreaming, shadowy leaves shift in quiet questions of wind. This later May now bathed in an ephemeral Light, angelic, wondrous, & known of Heaven. How the Earth rejoices crowned in an amazement of flowers everywhere. Trans-formative Love- & Grace to you-as Light speaks. May/June 2005 Inside a dance of wind & sent of Heaven/ Upon the brightest wish of new flowers- Sunlight's kiss. 4/29/2005 From "Light&Shadow" Copyright T. Byron K. 2005

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Dublin VA Copyright 1995 T. Byron K.

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I thought I knew you, once. Brightly adorned, you could save the world in an evening or even Indians from themselves. Yet, now you are the child accused of murder Standing naked upon the 13th floor in New York, tell me, from that roof do you still see the boats upon shining blue Hudsons, those newer spires of Brooklyn, the lives of a struggling empire, fantastic invention, Do you apprehend with Whitman's eyes, America? From "Poems of the Infinite Dream-America" Copyright 1993 T. Byron K.

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The Fall Bringing the meadow or fruit where her audacious rumors confront the time around her, and the harvest has come before the seed and the night as slept next to you in the quietness of morning what was pure has done unspeakable earthly things again... Autumn 1993 From "Cities of the Mind" Painting copyright 1994 T. Byron K.

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Now the crossroads; and that Omen wind as a warm July rain out of stillness falls into August shadows- Taller corn shifts (into) this fading light. From "The Beginning of the End" Copyright 2003 T. Byron K.

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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

A surprise through the last Autumned mist; the late jack-o-lantern still smiles. 11/10-11/ 2009 From Light & Shadow Photograph by Selina K. 2006 Digital art by T. Byron K. 2010

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What world of words would stay this unfraying time? Miracle gold/ ageless buttercup-what lustre lifts its delicate eyes to that promise of April-crimson afternoon Sun-and as my shadow still runs this purging earth curve-where we are warmed by floating grace- a vast treasure of Stars-O million gifted widening sky the children speak of your being/ Bearing Inside all things unended/ your first words which you and silence could believe. Softest evening wind reprieve-A wild and precious melody afloat/ Lyric Eternity/ O ancient secret from Father to Son. From The River of Swans 1997 Painting 2018

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

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Later June & great grey columns of rain return/ Here and there wandering fireflies mirror lonely stars, as pallid phantom mists dis- appear like forgotten yesterday(s). Summer's new Moon still shines through black Galleons of cloud. A surprise of bird- songs suddenly outside my old window- anticipating First Light. 6/17-18/2008 From Light&Shadow Photograph with digital art June 2011

Top of Pilot Mountain With Wind Photograph with digital art by T. Byron K. 2021

12.29-  Photo with digital art 2013

No wind inside the bluest pine> Crows across a Wintered empty sky. 1/26/2008