to ground

caressed by color

You sit at the tip of a branch as the last light touches the trees. The pink and salmon colored clouds form in clusters of beauty and contrast against the darkening blue canvas.

Are you calibrating your position on this wobbling Earth?

Are you contemplating existence?

You sit at the tip of a branch as the shallows of night rise to your toes. The air around you hints of coolness to come.

Do you sink deeper into this meditation?

Do you feel the weight of your body pressing into your feet and into this tiny branch?

You sit at the tip of a branch as the last bit of light passes over the horizon. The sky remains painted as silhouettes take hold. Yours, caressed by color.

Do you breathe out with a stillness?

Does the faintness of emerging stars pull at your very being?

Do you sense the magnetic poles of awareness and nothingness in this increasing darkness?

Does the rhythm of your heart faintly talk to this tree as you drift and blend into the sky?

The silhouette of a crow sits against a yellow, salmon, and purple sky with two other crows to the side. The crow faces to the left and up and the tree appears to be birch-like and is also silhouetted. The image is vignetted and has a cloudy texture.

This post was submitted to the IndieWeb Carnival for August 2025 - Colors.