Tag: quiet

  • Winter Grass and Wind

    Winter Grass and Wind

    The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.

  • Pockets and Nests

    Pockets and Nests

    The northern cold and snow arrived late this year. Huddled against the wind we walk icy paths to the hilltop. A clear view of the cloud-skewed sky. Pockets of white, grey, and rare blue. Various footprints scattered from trees to grasses. We stop briefly to admire the apparent stillness when only the wind is heard,…

  • Poem – Simple

    A quiet evening as the dust settles and chaos is held at bay, watching the sunset with nature’s creatures. Simple. These moments defining a life provide peace and a bit of knowledge grounding our place to and within the world.

  • Poem – Solitude

    A red cabin in the woods beneath the pine trees sagging from the winter snow, is all I need for solitude.

  • Poem – Captured Halos

    The black morning hides tall pine trees rising against the star filled sky. The silence broken only by the canines response to the pack of coyotes and their screams. A heavy mist hugs the wet ground and stones glistened with the slightest light. Through the drifting smoke the scattered sun brings to life the forest…

  • Poem – Origins

    In the quiet moments free of our internal conversations and struggles, the world around us opens and we hear a song born beyond our vision, carrying with it memories of the first light, of the origin of ourselves.

  • Poem – Time’s Gift

    As with everything time marches in one direction that we perceive but in quiet moments we reflect back on past time, bring it into the present, and savor every morsel we remember.

  • Poem – Matter

    Sitting on the warm patio the afternoon sun is calm and soothing. The wind from the north is strong and cool – we shade our eyes. The grass recently lost its cover and the yard is brown and crunches beneath dog’s feet. The sky is blue and filled with black wings – we watch ravens…

  • Poem – How Many

    Each day rolls into the next nothing has changed except the distance between the smile and the struggle within the person becoming more of a shell… How many more days can I keep this going? Inside I am me, but fear it has to be repressed, kept quiet and hidden, exposed through what others want…

  • Reading and writing

    To help with my writing funk, I’ve been reading a lot more than usual.  And that advice is always given to writers: read more.  Read different genres or subjects than what you are writing about.  This helps to expand your mental awareness and give a larger pool of ideas and images to the mind and…