Poem – Christmas Star Dust
Snow lays upon the grassesscattered across the fieldsof peace, hope, and love. I stand here beneath the late...
Poem – Connections
Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as...
Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust
The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and...
Poem – Into the Storm
Following the untouched path filling with snow,the sky and fields begin to merge. The surrounding forest becomes muted...
Autumn Thoughts
Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect,...
Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as...
Poem – Taking the Path into the Darkening Sky
Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields surrounded with autumn colors. I was not...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #18
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this...
Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly...
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #17
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #16
I imagine one his photographs might look like this:
Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly...
Poem – Connections
Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the...