Poem – Place
I was not meant to be in this place, at this time. Distant fields of clover and Indian...
Poem – What is Meant to Be
The day’s chaos subsides as the wind carries my worries away and the trees wrap their limbs around...
Poem – What Sees in the Dark
Pre-dawn. Sliver of gradient orange into purple. Cloud-less. The forest stands tall merging with the sky. Cold breath....
Poem – Winter into Spring
As winter becomes spring and ponds become home to wildlife and the ground reaches for the sky, thoughts...
Poem – When
I cry slow tears when – the raven filled sky descends upon the earth. the sun settles between...
Poem – Matter
Sitting on the warm patio the afternoon sun is calm and soothing. The wind from the north is...
Poem – Each Day
Each day is a chance to look beyond yesterday to take what we have learned into the present...
Poem – Into the Sky…
We gaze from the wet earth from the snow piles and appreciate the warm sun and the wind...
Poem – Last Hold
Winter’s hold is lessening as the winter sun sinks amid rising cold and wind, a last hold on...
Poem – Transition
The first day of March and we walk through the thin snow covered trails and off the path...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #5
I imagine one of his photos would look like this:
Poem – Beyond What We Think We See
The lonely path tunneled through the daily routine and expectations. The tunnel was your gateway and hiding place,...