Sphinx Feathers
@sphinxfeathers.bsky.social
Just a person. (they/them)
Time catches up to us all #ephemeraldreams #witchy #vultureculture #bones #art #vulturecultureart #artist
November 8, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Time catches up to us all #ephemeraldreams #witchy #vultureculture #bones #art #vulturecultureart #artist
October 26, 2025 at 2:06 PM
October 20, 2025 at 11:11 PM
May I be a hand for those who need to be held
an overflowing cup in a dry desert,
a morsel, a mouthful, a meal for those filled with emptiness.
May I be a navigator on the endless ocean
bringing light and clarity to those who sail the seas of the soul
until the waves are calm.
#tinypoem #poem
an overflowing cup in a dry desert,
a morsel, a mouthful, a meal for those filled with emptiness.
May I be a navigator on the endless ocean
bringing light and clarity to those who sail the seas of the soul
until the waves are calm.
#tinypoem #poem
March 27, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I am taking the first steps
of a person surrounded
by the jewels of whispered words
and sipping the golden luxuries
of bird song and ochre paintings.
I inhale
calling the world into my soul,
inviting the genius of daimons.
I sigh
for my path of color and symphony,
sparkling with morning dew.
#poem
of a person surrounded
by the jewels of whispered words
and sipping the golden luxuries
of bird song and ochre paintings.
I inhale
calling the world into my soul,
inviting the genius of daimons.
I sigh
for my path of color and symphony,
sparkling with morning dew.
#poem
March 22, 2025 at 4:47 PM
I am taking the first steps
of a person surrounded
by the jewels of whispered words
and sipping the golden luxuries
of bird song and ochre paintings.
I inhale
calling the world into my soul,
inviting the genius of daimons.
I sigh
for my path of color and symphony,
sparkling with morning dew.
#poem
of a person surrounded
by the jewels of whispered words
and sipping the golden luxuries
of bird song and ochre paintings.
I inhale
calling the world into my soul,
inviting the genius of daimons.
I sigh
for my path of color and symphony,
sparkling with morning dew.
#poem
Fingers of earliest green
take my hand and help me seek the sun.
Dust the frost from me
and point me towards the light,
reminding me there is a spring.
#poem #tinypoem #hope #WitchSky #nature
take my hand and help me seek the sun.
Dust the frost from me
and point me towards the light,
reminding me there is a spring.
#poem #tinypoem #hope #WitchSky #nature
The first shoots of spring are the toughest! Let's face it we are in a sh** show in the U. S. Call on the strength of the earliest shoots and blooms. If there are none where you live, work with wood, twigs and branches that survive the winter storms. #WitchSky
February 8, 2025 at 4:34 PM
The swamp gives pause.
Gators turn their snouts to the sky
and the great blue herons,
speckled white with snowflakes,
tuck their heads beneath their wings.
Cypress knobs survey their domain and
the swamp falls into distant dreams.
Gators turn their snouts to the sky
and the great blue herons,
speckled white with snowflakes,
tuck their heads beneath their wings.
Cypress knobs survey their domain and
the swamp falls into distant dreams.
Ever wonder what snow in the swamp would look like? This is 5 miles into the Louisiana swamps in the Atchafalaya basin... it's unreal... having lived down there for the first 28 years of my life, we never saw anything like this.
Smashed records.
Curtesy of Garrett Roberts.
Smashed records.
Curtesy of Garrett Roberts.
January 26, 2025 at 2:41 PM
The swamp gives pause.
Gators turn their snouts to the sky
and the great blue herons,
speckled white with snowflakes,
tuck their heads beneath their wings.
Cypress knobs survey their domain and
the swamp falls into distant dreams.
Gators turn their snouts to the sky
and the great blue herons,
speckled white with snowflakes,
tuck their heads beneath their wings.
Cypress knobs survey their domain and
the swamp falls into distant dreams.
January 25, 2025 at 4:32 PM
The Milky Way over The Old Stone Church, in Ridgeway, Iowa.
I really need to get out for more #astrophotography. I just love mornings more than staying up that late. 🫤
#nightphotography #photography #longexposure #Sony #Iowa #milkyway #nightsky #landscapephotography #galaxy #astronomy #nature
I really need to get out for more #astrophotography. I just love mornings more than staying up that late. 🫤
#nightphotography #photography #longexposure #Sony #Iowa #milkyway #nightsky #landscapephotography #galaxy #astronomy #nature
January 23, 2025 at 11:45 AM
They have made us into ghosts
but no exorcism
will remove us from this nation.
We are the specters
haunting the rich
and pouring poison into their ears.
We are the ghouls
they never knew would come
when they told us to go.
We are the people
and we will rise.
#resistance #genderqueer #poem #tinypoem
but no exorcism
will remove us from this nation.
We are the specters
haunting the rich
and pouring poison into their ears.
We are the ghouls
they never knew would come
when they told us to go.
We are the people
and we will rise.
#resistance #genderqueer #poem #tinypoem
January 22, 2025 at 4:39 PM
They have made us into ghosts
but no exorcism
will remove us from this nation.
We are the specters
haunting the rich
and pouring poison into their ears.
We are the ghouls
they never knew would come
when they told us to go.
We are the people
and we will rise.
#resistance #genderqueer #poem #tinypoem
but no exorcism
will remove us from this nation.
We are the specters
haunting the rich
and pouring poison into their ears.
We are the ghouls
they never knew would come
when they told us to go.
We are the people
and we will rise.
#resistance #genderqueer #poem #tinypoem
It's not the power,
but the voices that are behind it.
It is the forging of the heart
and the fire in our spark
that leads us through the dark
and hammers for the righteous.
Against all that is uncompromising,
it is the human spirit rising.
#resistance #poem #tinypoem
but the voices that are behind it.
It is the forging of the heart
and the fire in our spark
that leads us through the dark
and hammers for the righteous.
Against all that is uncompromising,
it is the human spirit rising.
#resistance #poem #tinypoem
January 20, 2025 at 3:33 PM
It's not the power,
but the voices that are behind it.
It is the forging of the heart
and the fire in our spark
that leads us through the dark
and hammers for the righteous.
Against all that is uncompromising,
it is the human spirit rising.
#resistance #poem #tinypoem
but the voices that are behind it.
It is the forging of the heart
and the fire in our spark
that leads us through the dark
and hammers for the righteous.
Against all that is uncompromising,
it is the human spirit rising.
#resistance #poem #tinypoem
Silence flutters down
like a dust mote
and engulfs me like a flame
in the corner of the forest
where mushrooms and ferns sprout
on the decaying corpses of mossy logs.
#poem
like a dust mote
and engulfs me like a flame
in the corner of the forest
where mushrooms and ferns sprout
on the decaying corpses of mossy logs.
#poem
January 19, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Silence flutters down
like a dust mote
and engulfs me like a flame
in the corner of the forest
where mushrooms and ferns sprout
on the decaying corpses of mossy logs.
#poem
like a dust mote
and engulfs me like a flame
in the corner of the forest
where mushrooms and ferns sprout
on the decaying corpses of mossy logs.
#poem
Winter's breath exhales
snow gathers like soft starlings
fox footfalls whisper.
snow gathers like soft starlings
fox footfalls whisper.
January 18, 2025 at 12:07 PM
Winter's breath exhales
snow gathers like soft starlings
fox footfalls whisper.
snow gathers like soft starlings
fox footfalls whisper.
We meet each other where we are,
our crowns brushing high against one another
and the winter birds singing in our hands.
We see each other where we are,
the last of our leaves whispering in the wind,
and the morning shadows holding us close.
our crowns brushing high against one another
and the winter birds singing in our hands.
We see each other where we are,
the last of our leaves whispering in the wind,
and the morning shadows holding us close.
January 17, 2025 at 4:21 PM
We meet each other where we are,
our crowns brushing high against one another
and the winter birds singing in our hands.
We see each other where we are,
the last of our leaves whispering in the wind,
and the morning shadows holding us close.
our crowns brushing high against one another
and the winter birds singing in our hands.
We see each other where we are,
the last of our leaves whispering in the wind,
and the morning shadows holding us close.
“Who is this flower above me, and what is the work of this God? I would know myself, in all parts.” - Victor Anderson
I am each petal coated in dew
and the stamen covered in gold.
I am the pistil reaching for the endless universe.
I am each petal coated in dew
and the stamen covered in gold.
I am the pistil reaching for the endless universe.
January 15, 2025 at 1:49 PM
“Who is this flower above me, and what is the work of this God? I would know myself, in all parts.” - Victor Anderson
I am each petal coated in dew
and the stamen covered in gold.
I am the pistil reaching for the endless universe.
I am each petal coated in dew
and the stamen covered in gold.
I am the pistil reaching for the endless universe.
Reposted by Sphinx Feathers
Somebody somewhere
Needs flowers tonight
Needs flowers tonight
December 6, 2024 at 11:58 PM
Somebody somewhere
Needs flowers tonight
Needs flowers tonight
A morning of berry bliss
December 4, 2024 at 1:25 PM
A morning of berry bliss